Without another word, she returned to her cozy loft, twitched the curtains into place, and surveyed her meager wardrobe. It was a fine ironic touch, though the impact would probably be lost on him, that she’d be getting married in the same aqua sundress he’d liked so much on their first date.
“I suppose you’ve already made all the arrangements in Las Vegas.”
“Actually, I haven’t.” For the first time, he sounded hesitant, and a little sheepish. “I wasn’t entirely sure you’d agree to my proposal.”
“It’s the most practical way to handle the situation.”
Practical! Logical! How she was coming to hate those words!
Silently she changed into a colorful peasant blouse and jeans, folded the sundress and a spare change of clothes into her worn overnight bag, added a few toiletries, and then drag
