"I did not trick you."
"You told me you needed my help with legal paperwork!"
"I did need your help."
"You needed my signature on a marriage license!"
"Yes. That was one of the things I needed help with."
"Jackson."
I wave a hand. "It was convenient. We were already in the same building."
"Because you manufactured a reason for us to be in the same building!"
"I really did need your help that day."
"You are so full of shit."
"That's unnecessarily hostile."
"You ambushed me with a marriage license."
"Ambushed feels dramatic, Rose. I presented you with an opportunity."
"To marry you."
"Exactly."
Okay. That one may have pushed it, because she stares at me with a particular twitch in her upper lip that I’ve grown to be wary of.
"A proposal is not a technicality, and neither is a marriage license."
"It is when the outcome has already been decided."
Her mouth drops open again. "By who?"
"Me."
She blinks at me several times. Yep. I’m in danger.
"Us," I amend.
"Interesting correction."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I choose to receive it as one."
She's trying to glare at me, but I can see the smile fighting at the corners of her mouth now, which means I am absolutely not stopping.
"The proposal is a formality that will arrive at a time and place of my choosing."
"Maybe I don't wanna marry you. Ever considered that possibility?"
Now she's really fighting the smile.