Chapter 13

“Let’s swing by the clerk’s office on the way home and pick up a marriage license. We get six months until it expires, so there’s no rush.”

“Oh really?” Chris grinned. “Been doing some research, huh?”

A sly grin appeared on Anna’s face. “Maybe so. You okay with that plan?”

Chris sighed as Anna pulled her in for one last kiss. “Absolutely.” 5

“Alright, the lasagnes are done.” Maria reached over and turned off the timer, then maneuvered two large lasagne trays—one with red sauce and meat, and one white vegetarian—out of the oven and onto the counter, where two trivets were ready and waiting. “They need to sit, so they’ll be ready whenever we are. The rolls are sliced, the salad’s already mixed, and Dion only needs five minutes for the green beans, so I think we’re all set. Unless you think we’re missing something?”

“Ma, it’s just a family dinner,” Chris said. “If anything’s missing, someone can run out and pick it up. Calm down.”