Page 15 of Married to Murder
I laughed gruffly because I had a sneaking suspicion he knew what I was thinking. “Now don’t freak out. It’s actually a logical idea if you really think about it.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
“Do you mean what I think you mean?” He was pale as a ghost, and he jumped off the bed and pulled on his underwear. “Tanner, are you crazy?”
“I don’t think I am.” I lifted my brows. “It actually would be beneficial for both of us.”
“Don’t say it.” He was shaking his head, looking like he was about to bolt from the room.
“Seth…” I laughed weakly. “Um… would you… marry me?”
Chapter Five
Seth
I bugged my eyes and searched his face for some indication that he was joking, but there was no sign of amusement anywhere. “Very funny?”
“I’m… I’m not kidding.”
I swallowed hard. “I think you probably should go.”
He winced. “Let me explain.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure that’s possible.” I hugged my body, lecturing myself on sleeping with a guy I barely knew. Of course he was crazy. I’d instinctively known he was too good to be true.
He sighed. “I swear I’m not insane. If you’ll listen, I think you might see that it’s not such a bad idea.”
I tilted my head, looking at him like he was off his rocker. “Marrying a complete stranger is a bad idea, Tanner. It would always be a bad idea.” I was depressed as I watched him. I’d really liked him. A lot. I hadn’t felt so connected to a guy in… probably ever. But of course he was nuts. It made perfect sense. Why else would he have wandered into my shop in his expensive suit asking about surfing lessons?
“I don’t blame you for thinking I’m crazy. But seriously, I’m not.” He glanced around and then got off the bed to grab his underwear. “This conversation is weird enough without doing it without any clothes on.”
“You can say that again.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress, his face tense. “Seth, would you stop looking at me like I’m a serial killer?”
“You must know you sound like a lunatic, right?”
“Obviously.”
He didn’t look crazy, I had to acknowledge that. “We’ve known each other a day. Surely you have someone closer to you who would be thrilled at this offer.”
“Not really. Not anyone I would want around me all the time.”
“No one? You probably know your mailman better than me.”
“I’ve never seen my mailman.”
“Then a friendly server at your favorite restaurant? The guy who washes your car? Anybody you’ve known longer than a day?”
Pursing his lips, he said, “To be honest, Seth, I don’t like most people.”
His answer was so heartfelt, I had to laugh. “Okay.”
“But I like you,” he said softly. “And I think you like me too.”
His voice sent a weird shiver through me. “Yeah… I like you.”
