"Let’s get married."
Theodore nearly choked on his drink. His eyes, usually so unreadable, widened just a fraction before narrowing again.
"What?"
"I accept your proposal."
He didn’t react right away. He just stared at me, his fingers still curled around his glass, his expression unreadable. He looked as if he was trying to determine whether I was serious—or completely out of my mind.
Then, without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed Joe.
"The wedding’s happening. Get everything ready for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Now I was the one choking on my drink.
Theodore didn’t even spare me a glance. He was still on the call, already making arrangements as if we were discussing what to have for dinner instead of legally binding ourselves to each other.
I gripped the edge of the t
