“I have an idea that might work,” Fallon began. “But it is completely unhinged.” Energy and something that felt a lot like hope crackled through me. “What? I’ll do anything. Hell, I’ll cover my tattoos with body makeup if I have to. Wear polo shirts and take up golf. Whatever you think will make me acceptable in the court’s eyes.” Fallon’s delicate throat worked as she struggled to swallow. “Marry me.”
