Chapter 57. Before The Promise

By Monday evening, Diana had written six beginnings to her vows and disliked all of them.

The first sounded like a thank-you note. The second sounded like an apology. The third contained the phrase changed my life, which was true but also something she might have said about a washing machine.

She crossed it out.

Across the room, Gabriel looked up from his own sheet of paper.

“Bad?”

“Apparently I'm grateful you're convenient.”

“That would be a surprising conclusion.”

“What have you written?”

He covered the page with his hand.

Diana laughed. “You're forty-four.”

“And easily intimidated.”

“Show me one word.”

“Saturday.”

She threw a cushion at him. He caught it without moving his coffee, which annoyed her enough to get her out of the chair.

He made room when she sat beside him. She tried to look at the paper, but he folded it and tucked it beneath his thigh.

“You're enjoying thi