When I didn't answer, Leonard caught my hand during a red light and tried again.
"Would I ever hurt you?"
"Naomi already walked me through the risks. If you don't get this surgery soon, it could be life-threatening."
"Who do you think all of this is for?"
The more he talked, the more frantic he looked.
I pulled my hand free, cold and sharp. "Leonard, stop treating me like an idiot."
"You know exactly who this is for."
The air inside the car dropped several degrees.
Leonard's jaw tightened. He turned and glared at me. "There you go again—throwing a jealous fit over Naomi, is that it?"
"I've told you a hundred times. There is nothing dirty between me and Naomi—that's all in your head!"
"If that's really how you think, then maybe this wedding isn't worth having."
Every single time I brought up Naomi, Leonard wielded the wedding like a threat.
Every single time it involved Naomi, I was the one overthinking, the one being petty.
"Fine. Then let's not."
The car braked hard and swerved to the curb.
Leonard hadn't expected me to call his bluff. Disbelief flickered through his eyes.
"Constance, don't act like you can't tell who's trying to help you."