Logical solution. Not exactly the proposal every girl dreams of.
“Are you—” I sputter. “—are you seriously proposing to me right now? Like this?”
“In my crappy apartment, while I’m still wearing my vomit clothes, with absolutely no hint of actual feeling beyond ‘It’s the logical solution’?”
His brow furrows. “The setting is irrelevant. The practical considerations—”
“The setting is not irrelevant!” I explode, jumping to my feet. “And neither are feelings, Vince! God, could you be any more… more…?”
“More what?” he asks, rising to match me.
“More transactional!” I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Do you even hear yourself? Christ, am I going insane?!”
“This is about more than just us, Rowan,” he says, his voice taking on that edge of impatience again. “This is about our child. Abo
