Chapter 100

"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." Rhys disentangled her arm from his and stepped up to me. "You don't want to come to our wedding?" "No." "Why not? Are you afraid it's going to be awkward?" "Yeah, I'm afraid there won't be enough seats for all your exes." "You're not j