Modric’s POV
I had fought assassins with steadier hands.
That realization annoyed me.
Mary Ann sat across from me in the restored wildflower garden with a calendar open between us while I stared at three possible dates like one of them might kill me.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
“You are nervous.”
“No.”
“You are.”
“I am considering logistics.”
“You have been considering logistics for ten minutes without turning the page.”
I looked down.
She was right.
That made it worse.
Three weeks.
Four weeks.
Six weeks.
Reasonable options.
Simple options.
None of them should have frightened me.
And yet the moment Mary Ann had said, I want our wedding, something inside me had changed.
This was not our first wedding.
That one had been easy for the wrong reasons.
Families decided
