For a long moment, I thought the whiskey had finally gotten to me. I thought the combination of grief, betrayal, and the rain had caused my brain to snap, creating a hallucination out of thin air."Marry me," Adrian Wolfe repeated.His voice didn't waver. He didn't lean in with a romantic whisper or look at me with any kind of affection. He spoke the words with a steady, clinical coldness, as if he were discussing a corporate merger or a real estate deal rather than a life-altering vow.I blinked, the burn of the alcohol still scratching at the back of my throat. I looked around the dim, half-empty bar, half-expecting a hidden camera to pop out. "You’re serious?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "You’re actually serious?""Completely," he said. He didn't even blink.I let out a short, jagged laugh that felt more like a cough. "This is insane. We don't even know each other’s middle names. I don't know your favorite color, and you don't know that I hate the sound of whistling. We are
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