Her chest shakes from silent laughter. “Not at all. If anything, it’s kind of romantic, seeing as he invited us over here to spend time with you.”
“That in itself is confusing.”
“How so?”
“I asked him a while back and he told me he didn’t want to.”
Her lips form an O. “I see.”
“Feel free to share your thoughts.”
“There isn’t much to it. You wanted something and he made it happen. At least he’s a quick learner. It took Rowan months to realize he actually cared about my feelings more than his own.”
I laugh. “Whoa. I didn’t say anything about feelings.”
Her eyes roll. “Come on. You must know he has some kind of feelings for you.”
“He told me himself that he does.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Me.” It pains me to admit it, but it’s the truth. I’m not sure if I will ever be in the position to fully trust someone. Maybe I’m too broken.
“Oh. It all makes sense now.”
“What does?”
“It’s normal to be afraid of something new. I was like you—scared and unsure about dating a man again after I was burned badly.”
“You were?” I wouldn’t associate her positive energy with someone who struggled to trust anyone.
“Oh yeah. I went through a rough breakup with someone I thought I was going to marry one day. Turns out he was cheating on me with one of the Dreamland princesses.”
“Ouch.” I wince.
Her smile falters. “At the time, it felt like my world was ending. But now I realize it was the best thing that could have happened to me.”
“Because you found Rowan?”
She shakes her head. “Because I found myself.”
“I feel like I’m going to need a lot more than a mimosa for this kind of conversation.”
She laughs. “Too deep for a Sunday morning?”
I nod. “Way too deep.”
We break out into a fit of laughter. We move on to safer topics that have nothing to do with my relationship with Declan. I’m grateful he planned today’s family gathering, solely because I got to spend more time with Zahra and hear another person’s opinion on my marriage. While Cal means well, he isn’t exactly a guru when it comes to relationships. Hence his resistance to contacting Alana despite him needing to for his inheritance.
Speak of the devil, he throws open my bedroom door with a dramatic flare. “I hate to interrupt this bonding session but the race is about to start and Declan’s getting antsy.”
“He’s just annoyed he has to talk to you for twenty minutes straight.”
“Watching him fumble through small talk that has nothing to do with work or our inheritances is far more entertaining than I thought.”
I lock arms with Zahra. “Let’s go put Declan out of his misery.”
Cal scoffs. “I know you’re biased because you’re his wife, but the man has been miserable ever since the day he was born.”