She drew back and laid a hand firmly on his chest. “Stop, Gavin. This is not the way. Decisions like this can't be based on wild feelings. We have to be logical. Stop trying to overcome my thinking. Marrying makes no sense.”
“It makes sense to me,” he retorted.
Not even a moment of hesitation. “What makes sense to you?” she demanded. “We're not talking about whether to have a ham sandwich for lunch. Marriage is… Gavin, it's huge. It's the rest of our lives. Why on earth do you think this is a good idea? Why are we even considering it?”
Gavin opened his mouth… and then shut it again. His forehead crinkled along the thin lines that remained visible even at rest. His shoulders sagged.
“Do you do this often?” Annabelle pressed, leaning slightly toward him, though keeping him at bay still w
