“I guess,” Max said. “But Grandpa likes being the best man in every room. Men like that make me nervous.”
“Max.”
“I like Russell,” he said. “I do. I just don’t like how hard Grandpa is pushing this.”
Juliet picked up my bouquet. “And I still want to know why he gets weird every time you ask about that locked room.”
I met her eyes in the mirror. “It’s storage, baby.”
“You asked once, right?”
“And he answered too fast?”
I turned from the mirror and cupped my daughter’s face. “Sweetheart.”
“I’m not saying he’s dangerous. I’m saying people lock doors for a reason. Don’t you think it’s strange that his own daughter refused to come to the wedding?”
“Just promise us you won’t ignore something because you want this to work,” Max said.
That stung because it was true.
I held the bouquet tighter. “I promise.”
