I walked in, and she locked the door behind me. I shrugged out of my jacket and laid it over the back of a chair. The second Holly hit the floor, she ran straight toward me.
“Traitor,” Lee muttered.
I bent down and rubbed Holly’s head before looking back at Lee. “What happened?”
She folded her arms. “You really wanna know?”
“That’s why I’m here.”
Lee looked at me for a second before saying, “JB proposed to Hannah.”
I didn’t say anything right away because that wasn’t what I expected.
“When?”
“Tonight. Valentine’s Day. Big sign, roses, ring, whole nine.”
“Damn.”
“Exactly.”
Lee walked farther into the living room like she suddenly had too much energy to stand in one place.
“Last month, me and that man was all over everybody’s Facebook cutting a cake to find out we’re having a son. Now he down on one knee asking Hannah to marry him.”
I leaned against the back of the couch and watched her pace. “You're upset he proposed?”
She stopped and looked at me. “I don’t know.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“And I said I don’t know.”
I nodded once, and she caught whatever was on my face.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No. You came over here beating on my door wanting to talk. Talk.”
“I’m trying to understand.”
“So understand.”
I pushed away from the couch a little. “You left him.”
“I know that.”
“You told him y’all was done.”
“I know that too.”
“You told me you didn’t want him back.”
“I don’t.”
“Then what about him proposing has you this messed up?”