Chapter Twenty
It turns out no one else wanted to either, as an uncomfortable silence whipped through the air, which had suddenly become unbearably warm.
It was Anna who spoke first, frowning as she absorbed Blaze’s hangdog expression. “When will you learn?” Her tone was more sad than angry as she bit a nail and paced. “Sometimes, I just don’t get you.”
“Old habits, I guess,” he replied so quietly, she was forced to step closer. “Then again, my father’s more like a bad rash than a habit, isn’t he?”
Anna squinted at him from beneath her bangs, shaking her head before releasing a small chuckle. Blaze moved to his fiancé and embraced her firmly, while the rest of us looked away or shifted positions so that we were not overtly invading what should have been a private moment.
“Did you ever
