"If I . . . if I agreed to marry you today, would you give me something? Think of it as a wedding gift."
"What do you want?"
"I want to know your story. Your childhood."
"I don't talk about my past." The conviction in my voice said it wasn't up for discussion.
She drew herself to her full height, holding her shoulders rigid. "Then go marry yourself, Moore. I'll see you at the condo later."
I caught her arm before she could leave.
"Rubliana," I began wearily.
Our eyes met. I saw her determination.
"All right. Marry me today, and I'll tell you."
"You promise me?"
"Yes."
"I want you to wear a ring."
"Fine," I huffed. "Nothing fancy."
"You can go pick it out yourself."
"Anything else you want as a gift?" My voice laced with snark.
"No, your story and a ring."
"I'll go get one now."
"Then I'll marry you today."
I was momentarily stunned. I had expected screaming,accusations, and arguments.
