“Go ahead. I’m safe in my bed.” “You’re—oh. Yeah.” I heard him swallow a gulp of something and then clear his throat. “Let’s get married this weekend.” The word “Okay” fell out of my mouth automatically and then, after a hazy blink, “Wait. Grace’s housewarming party is on Saturday and—and we can’t miss that.” “We won’t miss it.” He shifted and I heard a rough exhale. He was probably sore after all that practice. “Friday, then.”
