My brows dipped. “You know where he’s going?”
She clasped her hands together. “Of course, I do.”
I tilted my head. “Then you know what, if anything, he’s going to find?”
“I have a suspicion.”
“Can she stay here with you?” Harlon’s voice was impatient, as though he didn’t like being talked about like he wasn’t there.
“Of course, I’ve just started some water for tea,” Essie said and walked Harlon to the door. “It will give me a chance to get to know your future wife.”
“Wait, what?” I shot up from my seat too fast and immediately regretted it, as the room began to spin.
“Easy dear, you still aren’t a hundred percent,” Essie exclaimed.
I sank back onto the couch. She was right, and I had a gut feeling that she was hardly ever wrong.
“I’m not his future…anything,” I called out.
