In response to what I’d said about a possible visit to Detroit in just a few weeks, Paul said that was just fine with him, then gave me a tender, lingering kiss before speaking again. “I’m so happy to be marrying you soon, Sable. I’m falling deeply in love with you.”
“I’m falling deeply in love with you, too.”
Shocked, uneasy, and feeling horribly conflicted, I realized that I wasn’t fibbing at all.
