True to his word, and true to his tendency to guilelessly declare his feelings, Max asked her to marry him at least once a day. But at the same time, he kept arranging things so she would be more comfortable with reality as his wife. As a duchess. Dani smiled and said, “Not yet.” She always made sure to say, “Not yet,” instead of no, because she would marry him one day. She just needed to . . . slow down a bit. To let herself grow into the idea of it.
