He cursed himself for bringing it up.

He fumbled for a distraction. "Grapes? Fresh ones. Want some?"

Camila grabbed a corner of his clothes. "So, if you ever tie the knot again, that'd be number two, wouldn't it?"

Forrest froze.

“Mila," he began, a touch of reproach in his voice, “you used to hold me in such high esteem. Now you sound.well, just like Isaac."