“There are a lot of people around, so I’ll save the sentimental part for when we get back to our hotel later. I love you, Margo.” He takes my hand in his. “I love you so much, and the only thing I want to do with you is dash all the way down the aisle until you’re my wife. Until we’ve been married for fifty years and you’re sick of me.” “That’s a lot of one-night stands.” I let out a watery laugh and get on the ground with him. “I don’t think I can ever be sick of you. Even with your silly jokes.”
