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His inconsistent answers to her question made her furrow her brows, the roll she had reached for immediately after him twisting in her fingers. It gave her hands something to do as he spoke, listening to the explanation he gave on why he had bargained the story of their engagement with the tabloid magazine. It made sense now, and she gave a light sigh, looking down at the bread in her hands before he had her attention again.

“I’m not mad about you giving them the story,” she explained, just to clear the air. “I believe you were just doing what you thought was best, but you have to understand that I have some concerns. They’re not exactly known for being trustworthy, so hearing that you made some sort of deal with them had me worried that they might have found some loophole in whatever arrangement you had signed off on; that they might have phrased something ambiguously in the paperwork, allowing them to do whatever they wanted knowing you had planned on proposing. The people at that magazine are snakes, so it doesn’t surprise me that this is what it had to come down to in order for them to not run whatever story they had on Henry. Knowing they would have ruined someone’s career – and a good person, at that - should have been enough of an incentive, and it just upsets me that it wasn’t.”

She finally emptied her hands by placing the roll down, wiping her palms together to make sure she was rid of the crumbs before he had her full attention again. “I know you’d do anything for your brother, just like I’d do anything for Sam, and they would do anything for us, respectively. I just don’t trust that magazine…”