Ian didn’t doubt it.
“I love you, Gryphen.”
It came out of nowhere.
“Are you okay?” he asked. It didn’t sound like he was, and Gryphen was getting twitchy. “You’re not planning on bailing on our wedding, are you?”
He laughed.
“Over my dead, worm-ridden corpse am I doing that. I wanted to have the wedding today.”
Well, if it wasn’t that, what was it?
“Then tell me what’s on your mind because something is. I can tell.”
He went there, not pulling any punches.
“I want to cancel the Christmas wedding,” he admitted, surprising Gryphen.
The second it was out of his mouth, there was a look of fear in Gryphen’s eyes, and he immediately understood how he took that.
“No, listen,” he said. “I don’t want to wait until Christmas. I want to move it up. I know Elizabeth planned for a Christmas wedding, but…I want one that’s sooner. I can’t wait.”
He immediately calmed down.
“Oh, well, that isn’t a bad plan,” he said. “I will marry you today if you want.”
He nuzzled his big man.
“Do you think she’ll hate me if we ask to move it up?” he asked.
Gryphen laughed.
“Nah, she wants to get her ass here to snoop around. It’s only a matter of time before she shows up and raises hell. She’s counting the days until she can bust husband balls.”
Oh, he knew it.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
“Do you think if I called her, she’d be okay with it?” Ian asked.
He didn’t doubt it.
Elizabeth was really good at pivoting, and she wanted them to be happy.
“Call her.”
Pulling out his phone, he called her private phone, and stared at the screen. It was only seconds before she answered.
“Hey,” she said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you. I just saw you. What’s up?”
He sighed.
The second he did, she started worrying.
