He parked near the garage and turned off the engine.

“You owe her a huge apology for ruining the shower,” he said.

“I’m not apologizing for setting a boundary,” I said.

Ethan unbuckled his seatbelt and turned fully to face me in the dark.

“Look, if you don’t fix this by tomorrow, you’re going to lose your maid of honor,” he said.

He didn’t wait for me to answer.

He opened his door and walked up the front steps to the house, leaving me sitting alone in the passenger seat.

I looked down at the photo in my lap.