"Is there anything else I can get for you, Miss Emily?" Clarke asked as he set a tray of tea down on the table.
"No, thank you, Clarke. But can we drop the miss Emily act please?" I asked for what felt like the millionth time. I flashed my left hand at him. "It's Mrs. now in case you've already forgotten."
Clarke smiled and shook his head. "Of course. I apologize. It's a force of habit, I'm afraid."
I laughed at him, looking so shamefaced. "Don't worry. We've got plenty of time to get it straight."
Plenty of time like all of eternity. Two weeks after the showdown at the agency, Ezra had gotten down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I accepted, of course. How could I not after everything we had been through? I hadn't even needed to answer him and instead, dropped to my knees besid
