“Isn’t that going a bit far for cover? I mean, we could get false documents that would simply state we were husband and wife.”
He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. “Obviously I’ve done this wrong. I’m asking you to marry me.”
I blinked and turned to stare at him. “Marryyou, marry you?”
The corner of his mouth twisted in a wry grin. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I hadn’t thought…Would this be just for the mission?”
“No. It would be for the traditional reasons—in sickness and in health, until death did us part. Would you consider it?”
“Mother would have wanted to pull out all the stops for my wedding.” I sighed. “This is the only chance she’ll have to play mother of the bride.”
“All right, darling. I understand. Of course you’ll want a fancy wedding with someone who had your parents’ approval. I just wish it might be me.”