“Minerva, I can’t decide which of us you’re insulting more. After last night, you should have expectations.” “Expectations of what?” She swallowed hard. “Of me.” “I thought you were the one who argued against having any expectations at all. Isn’t that your grand life philosophy? You said expectations lead to disappointments. That if you expect nothing, you’re always surprised.” He gave a bark of laughter. “In that case . . .” He turned to her. His hazel eyes sparked with intensity. “Surprise.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re marrying me.”
