He pulled himself up and whipped his feet over the side of the bed. His eyes met mine with complete indignation.
“What the hell do you mean, you’re betrothed?!” he snapped angrily at me. “Are you kidding me?!”
Quite frankly, I was shocked by Nixon’s choice of words. I don’t think I ever heard him use profane language before. It made me feel even more guilty about the situation. I passed a frustrated glance at a now sheepish Max.
“Mina?” He pressed. “What happened while I was out?”
I shrugged, and released a loud and harsh sigh as I collapsed back into my chair, all the while thinking, what hasn’t happened since you were gone?
“So much, Nixon,” I confessed. “Too much, to be honest.”
“Well, how about we start with the betrothal?”
Once more, I lifted my shoulders, not even wanting
