“I can’t believe you just fucked me in front of this tree.” He snorted. “This, of course, means you have to marry me.” “Oh yeah?” I asked, turning over to look at him. He was grinning, wearing the look of someone thoroughly satisfied. “Is this how you’re proposing to me, Cameron Harlow?” “Yes. No.” He chuckled. “You’ll know when I’m proposing to you, Hal. There won’t be any question about it.”
