She held up her hand, the diamond on the engagement ring catching the morning light. “You do know what this means, right? What you asked me when you gave it to me?”
“Sure do,” he growled. “But what I mean is, I don’t want to wait. No bullshit, no long engagement. I want to marry you next weekend.”
Cordelia sat straight up. “You – what?”
“Yeah.” His black eyes took in her shock with amusement. “You got any plans for next Sunday, baby?”
“What? How? But…” she faltered. “Next Sunday?”
“Yep.”
She stared at him, trying to decide where exactly to begin with this. He waited.
“You – you really want to do it this fast?” she said at last. “No big wedding at a church? No huge party after?”
“I don’t, and I know you don’t. We’ve talked about this about a hundred times, and neither one of us want
