Charles shook his head. “No, I’ve always been known as Charles.”
They stepped into the church, and the pastor was at the front eating something with a young woman, and a baby who was sleeping on the floor.
As soon as they spotted the pastor, Charles called out to him. “I’m so sorry! I was late to the train station to pick up Rosabelle—Rosie.”
The pastor put down the plate of food beside the woman who must be his wife. “Promptness doesn’t seem to be in your vocabulary, Mr. Mayor.”
Charles sighed. “Not for lack of trying!”
Rosie smiled. “Perhaps I can help keep you on schedule. I wouldn’t mind,” she said sweetly.
“I believe I can manage that on my own,” Charles said, sounding slightly annoyed.
“All right then,” Rosie said, unsure what she’d done to upset him, but she was sure she was just reading him wrong. She needed to stop trying to figure out what he was thinking.
The pastor rose and they had a five-minute wedding. It was enough time to speak their vows, and that was all they really needed. When the pastor invited Charles to kiss her, her new husband brushed his lips against her cheek instead of kissing her lips. But that was all right with Rosie. She was going to fall in love with him slowly, so she needed time before they kissed.
Everything was happening according to plan. She couldn’t be happier.
