Grace flinched and dropped her hand from his arm.
"I am," she replied on instinct—but only on instinct. Being accused of not being happy for someone's marriage seemed like something she ought to take offense over, especially after watching countless acquaintances make their way to the altar, some of them accusing their other acquaintances of being jealous that they'd snagged a husband first. But this was Ford, so it stung in a different way.
"As long as you're happy about it, I mean. I would never seek to deprive you of the happiness you deserve," she insisted, an edge of defensiveness finding its way into her voice. "But it doesn't... you don't..." She trailed off and just looked at him, brows knitted together and lips downturned at the corners. "Tell me I'm wrong." She didn't think she was.
She also didn't think he could lie to her.
"I am," she replied on instinct—but only on instinct. Being accused of not being happy for someone's marriage seemed like something she ought to take offense over, especially after watching countless acquaintances make their way to the altar, some of them accusing their other acquaintances of being jealous that they'd snagged a husband first. But this was Ford, so it stung in a different way.
"As long as you're happy about it, I mean. I would never seek to deprive you of the happiness you deserve," she insisted, an edge of defensiveness finding its way into her voice. "But it doesn't... you don't..." She trailed off and just looked at him, brows knitted together and lips downturned at the corners. "Tell me I'm wrong." She didn't think she was.
She also didn't think he could lie to her.
