“No.” The word rolled from her tongue, firm and hard like a boiled sweet. It was easier than she expected it to be, though her heart was hammering around in her chest. Rainy, who had spent many years learning to be silent, chose that approach now. Sitting squarely and blinking lazily, she stared at them as they stared at her. When no more words were said, the room took on a weird energy. The white living room with its white furniture blurred in and out of focus. Rainy wanted to stand up and leave. She was almost relieved when Tara spoke, but her relief curdled as soon as the words were out of Tara’s mouth.

“When do you and Grant think you’ll tie the knot?”

The knot that formed in Rainy’s belly was not the same as the knot Tara meant.

Momentarily tongue-tied, she stumbled over her words before saying, “We’re not sure we will. I...er...I’m not so much a fan of the whole thing...?” The end of her sentence seemed to drop off in a question. Stupid, stupid Rainy.

Tara raised her eyebrows before glancing around the table to gauge everyone else’s response to this bit of news. To Rainy, she looked hungry as she searched their faces. Ursa and Mac, satisfied with her answer and already bored, looked indifferent. Marriage wasn’t a thing anymore; if people didn’t choose it, it was no big deal. They’d moved on, game over. Braithe and Tara were the only ones still looking at her, and Braithe’s eyebrows were drawn in what Rainy could only assume was concern.

“Does Grant want to get married?”

Tara was really pushing it with these questions. Rainy felt herself nearing anger as she licked her lips and lied again.

“No. We’re on the same page.”

Braithe gave her an odd look, like she knew Rainy was lying, and she probably did—she’d known Grant since they were teenagers. He’d no doubt expressed his desire to get married at least a couple times over the twenty years of their friendship. Her next words surprised Rainy, however. “Not everyone wants to get married, Tara,” Braithe said tightly. Tara shrugged, but there was a small grin on her lips that Rainy didn’t miss. Had they spoken about this together, the possibility of Rainy and Grant getting married? She supposed they had. After all, they’d known Grant longer than she had, and it was only normal to speculate about your friends’ love lives.

“Game over.” Braithe stood up, stretching. “We need to get ready.”

Getting ready, for Rainy, involved a three-minute shower, putting on an uncomplicated outfit and mascara.