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“I want to get married, Lewis.”

“Are you sure about this, Phoebe?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” she answered. She looked at him. “Are you?”

He nodded. “Yes. I love you. I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

She’d lost him for years and now she’d found him again. She wasn’t letting him go back to Edmonton and maybe find some other woman. Besides, she was tired of always being the good girl in her family, tired of always having to be sensible.

But how to explain this sudden urgency? The sudden overwhelming desire she’d felt this morning, watching him sleep, to be his, really his. In the most sacred, profound way. Marriage. “I know it seems kind of crazy, but doing it like this cuts out a lot of trouble. You know what I mean?”

“Uh-huh. Your folks.” His dark eyes were steady on hers.

Phoebe glanced away. “Them. And everyone else. They don’t know you the way I do. They’d bring up all kinds of complications. They’d think we should get married in a church. All that fuss. Weddings are stupid, anyway! Being married is what counts.”

“Is it?” He turned to study her. “You know I’ll do anything you want, Phoebe, even sneak off like this and marry you. But we can’t hide forever.”

“It’ll just be a secret for a while,” she told him. “Ours!”