Page 121 of The Secret

“Oh, it’s up to me?”

“Yup.”

“Any day I say?”

“Any place, too,” I agreed. “Anywhere, anytime.”

“You don’t have a single plan in mind, huh?”

I laughed. “My plan is to marry you. The details don’t matter.” I’d learned that much.

“Then I pick Wednesday morning. Paston Marsh.”

“What?”

“It’s the birdwatching paradise of Upstate New York,” he informed me, wrapping his arms around my neck.

It still felt surreal to have someone I loved this much; it was beyond surreal that it was someone as perfect for me as Constantine. “And Wednesday is my favorite day of the week. So why wait?”

Why, indeed?

“Done.” I grinned. “Butyoucan tell your mother.”

“Fucking hell.” Con groaned and leaned his forehead against my chin. “The things I do for love.”