"Will you marry me?" he asked.

“I don’t know,” she sat back, arranging her hands in her lap. “I don’t know if I ever want to get married. Besides, the law in Louisiana…”

“Fuck the law! We can go to Vegas and get married there! I’m talking about being together forever. Don’t you want that?”

Jessica took a long look at Hoyt. Simple, but honest. And he ( Read more... )