His answer is gruff and low and, for a man who claims to not be very good at words, also quite perfect. “It would be my fucking honor, Rissa Bell.” A tear threatens to slip from my eye, but I sniff and clear my throat. “My last name is Caddell.” “Your last name is going to be Ferox soon, because that’s mine.” He abruptly stands up with me in his arms, making me squeal in surprise, so it takes me a couple seconds to realize what he said. “Wait a minute, I’m not marrying you!” I blurt out, staring at him aghast. “Yes, you are.”
