We walk in silence but then I wonder if I should make small talk. I can’t be weird—or weirder—if I keep my mouth shut. That sounds like a solid plan. Too bad I don’t do it. “How come your family hasn’t selected a wife for you?” He lifts a brow as he cocks his head my way.

“How come your parents aren’t taking offers for you to get married?”

“What?” His question completely catches me off guard. I once again stop walking. “They aren’t? How do you know that?”

“Just heard people talk.” He shrugs absently.

“About me?” Panic starts to rise again.

“I mean, I’m sure you got a...