1
"I do," I say.
"I do too," he says.
The bored clerk says a bunch of stuff.
Then for the first time since we left the TSA interrogation room, Patrick Jane kisses me. Well that, plus he bites my lower lip.
He pivots away. Puts some distance between us. Shakes the clerk's hand. Schmears the witnesses lavishly. This is New York.
I taste a little blood in my mouth.
I've never seen his eyes like this.
2
Earlier today, waiting with Abbott and Cho to board the plane to Austin, everything was good.
But he must have overheard me talking to Marcus.
Figured out I'd agreed to marry the guy when he heard me breaking off our engagement.
That's the only explanation I can come up with for what he did.
He dragged me away from the gate to Austin.
Hustled me onto a plane to New York.
Didn't say a word the whole flight.
We cabbed directly to the courthouse downtown where a justice waived the twenty-four hour waiting time.
Fifteen minutes later, I was Mrs. Patrick Jane.
Was I supposed to say "no?"