Chapter Twelve Richard stared at Destiny and Melanie huddled together in a corner and concluded that his aunt had bought the phony engagement hook, line and sinker. He was surprised by how guilty that made him feel. He forced himself to examine why that was, but the answer was fairly obvious. He’d never before gone to such elaborate lengths to get even with Destiny for meddling. Usually he just took her interference as a fact of life, something she did out of love—annoying but essentially harmless. He had no idea why he’d felt compelled to go to such an extreme this time. He had a feeling it had a lot to do with his conflicted feelings for Melanie herself. “Guilty conscience?” Mack inquired, regarding him with amusement. “I don’t want to talk about it,” Richard said, not in the mood to share his soul-searching, even with his brother. Mack shrugged. “Fine with me, though if you were to ask, I could probably help you sort through all these pesky emotions you’re feeling about now.”
