“Not in the least,” he said, rising and pulling on his pants. “But I’m not going to let that stop me from marrying you.”
“Gah!” she yelled, and left his room, slamming the door.
He padded barefoot after her, his phone in one hand while he looked up the marriage requirements between a citizen of Greece and a foreigner, glancing up when she slammed his front door, too. He smiled. Could she be any more contrary?
The knock came sooner than he expected. He opened the door, leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest.
She glared at him, her gaze pausing for a long, long time on his bare chest before she cleared her throat. “I forgot my cat.”
“Princess, you forgot a lot more than that.” Before she could spout any more ridiculous reasons why she was going to marry some twit name
