“I want you to make a practical decision.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“No. Entitled, careless, and foolish, yes. Dangerous, no.”
“Why me?”
Her smile was soft enough to cut with. “Because you understand responsibility.”
“You want me to marry a prisoner?”
I should have walked out.
Instead, I thought of Owen pretending he wasn’t hungry after school.
“I want the first payment before the wedding,” I said.
Celeste smiled. “Of course.”
***
When I told Owen, he stared at me like I’d become someone else.
“You’re getting married?”
