Chapter 60

“What is it?”

“That was beautiful. If… if I decide to get married, would you officiate?”

I came to a dead stop and turned to look at him. “You and Weber?”

Color mounted his cheeks. “Life is short. He’s already lost one partner. And I’ve never had one.”

Balm had a point. “Let me know if you decide to do this. I’ll need at least a week’s notice to apply for another designation certificate.”

“Thanks, Mr. Vincent.” He held out his hand, and I shook it.

On the flight back to Fairfax, I took out The Art of Marriage, the little essay I’d come across and which I’d read at the weddings I’d just officiated at.

And I began to give marrying Quinn serious thought.

~*~

BY THE TIME I arrived back at Aspen Reach, I’d come to a decision. As soon as Quinn came home, I would ask him to marry me. I didn’t think he’d say no. I was solvent, made a good living, and didn’t eat peas with a knife or talk with my mouth full. He said he loved me, and he knew I loved him.