I swing my arm back and am about to let it go when Nicholas catches my wrist. He plucks the invitation from my fingers, slips down off the car, and walks over to the dumpster. He very deliberately drops it inside. I raise an eyebrow at him when he walks back to me. He stops a foot away, hands sliding into his pockets. His eyes are no longer teasing. “I’m not leaving you and me up to chance.” I stare at him. He’s dead serious. “Really? You want to get married?” “Really. There’s no one else I want to torture but you.”
