He looked at me, amused. Not surprised or annoyed. Amused.
One brow lifted slightly as he leaned back in his chair, studying me like I had just done something mildly entertaining. “You’re in no position to negotiate,” he said calmly.
“Then don’t agree,” I replied just as evenly.
That seemed to interest him more than anything else I had said tonight.
His gaze sharpened, the amusement deepening into something more attentive. “Go on.”
I inhaled slowly, steadying myself. This was the part that mattered.
“First,” I began, meeting his eyes directly, “we get married tomorrow.”
For the first time since I met him… he paused. Not long. But enough.
“Tomorrow?” he repeated, slower this time. “I thought you don’t want to marry me?”
“Yes, tomorrow.”
“That’s not possible.”
“It is.”
“It isn’t,
