A deep V formed in her brow. “That you grew up here. You told me that earlier.”
“True,” I said. “But in Bridgewater, it’s common for two men to marry one woman.”
Her mouth fell open and I saw her straight, white teeth. “That’s insane.”
“Nope. That’s Bridgewater. The original founders back in the late 1800’s followed a custom from a country called Mohamir. Heard they were stationed there in the British army. It’s not around anymore, but their ways stuck. Two men—”
“Sometimes three,” Micah added.
“—marry one woman. And it’s usually love at first sight.”
“Love—”
“Shh,” Micah said, putting a finger over her lips. “We’ll save that word for when the time’s right. For now, just know we knew the second we saw you. You’re the one for us.”
“Most men in Bridgewater share a woman?” she asked.
