He looks back down at his phone, then back up at me. “Ordained.” His eyes are wide. “You, what? Want me to fucking marry you?” “To Savannah, yes.” He stares at me for another beat, then throws his head back and laughs. I let him have his humor for a few seconds. “You’ll do it?” Nero shakes his head. “You’re fucking crazy. But yeah, sure. What the hell, I’ll play priest and marry you.”
