"I am sorry but we will not be getting married. I... I think we should hold an engagement and then plan for the wedding but cancel it in a couple of months due to 'differences'.
Rafe stilled. Had he misheard? She had not agreed to marry him. But only set up a ruse... He sighed. This was not done. He did not plan to have an engagement charade. "No."
Her gaze snapped to his, confusion flickering across her features. "What do you mean, no?"
"I don't want an engagement charade, Arabelle," he said firmly.
Arabelle sighed, the weight of his refusal pressing down on her. "You don't understand," she said, shaking her head. "There are things in my past—things that could ruin you if they came to light."
Rafe's brows furrowed. He searched her face for clues, his mind racing even though she had hinted at this earlier as well. "What did you do?" he asked, "Was it something immoral?"
