"None of your business," I said, already turning away now that the show was over.
Rhys barked, "Stop! I'm not done talking to you."
"But I am."
"Don't you have something to say?"
"Like what?"
Rhys was scrutinizing my face as if he were searching for a crack in the wall. "Cathy's pregnant."
I pointed at my ear. "I know. I heard. Not deaf."
"We're getting married."
Catherine, who had been busy scowling at me, snapped her head toward him.
Her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, suddenly so bright they outshone the lights overhead.
"Good for you," I said. "Guess that means wedding bells. Do us both a favor and leave me off the guest list."
"Rhys! I—" Catherine beamed. She looked radiant. Maybe it was the pregnancy, maybe it was his love—who could tell.
"Shush
