“Right,” he grinned. “And I love you and your biological clock is ticking so we best get started on that shit.”
That… shit?
“Uh, you mean, the shit of having a family?” I asked, my brows rising and his grin got bigger.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve known you six weeks,” I reminded him.
“You gonna fall out of love with me tomorrow?” he shot back.
“I don’t think so,” I returned and his grin turned into a smile.
“So what’re we waiting for?”
“Maybe getting to know each other a little better?” I suggested.
“You got any skeletons in your closet?” he asked.
“Not that I know of,” I answered.
“So we’re good,” he muttered, turning back to the view.
“Do you have any,” I started then finished when I got his gaze back, “more?”
“Opened those doors wide and you saw ‘em rattlin’ just this mornin’, Red.”
That was definitely the truth.
“You’ve only lived through one period with me,” I pointed out and his brows drew together.
“Say again?”
“I can be hell on wheels when I’m PMS’ing,” I shared.
His gaze went back to the view as he muttered, “You can be hell on wheels anytime. Like, say, how you’re gearin’ up to be now.”
“Tack!” I snapped and he again looked at me and he did it again grinning.
“What?”
“It goes like this,” I began to explain. “We get to know each other. We have a huge-ass wedding. We spend time just us and, um… Tab and Rush, of course. Then we start on a family.”
“Got it all scheduled,” he noted.
“Yes,” I returned.
“What’s a huge-ass wedding?”
“Don’t ask that,” I advised. “Just show up.”
His grin turned wicked and I liked it
That was, I liked it until he enquired, “You askin’ me to marry you, Red?”
I wasn’t even sipping coffee and, still, I choked.
Then I pushed out, “What?”