me to marry, I will marry.”
“Right, that didn’t really help. But I guess it doesn’t matter, so long as I’m not breaking the law.” She gave a confused smile and took a sip of her wine. Was she breaking the law by not marrying for love? What was the law on marriage anyway?
“There’s nothing illegal about it, I’m not marrying you to avoid jail or anything along those lines, I’m just trying to appease my clan. Now, what about the wedding? The clan will demand a party at the very least, we can do that at my house, I have the room and the setting for that, but do you want a civil or religious wedding?”
“Civil, I’m not religious at all. I, um, well, who’s paying for it all? All of my money goes to bills and Charlie’s care.” Jane’s cheeks flamed as she felt a small rush of embarrassment.
“Why are you turning red? Don’t you know that’s one of the reasons I chose you? Your strength and determination, you’re willingness to do what it takes for those you love. While you are certainly a beautiful and sensual woman your strength of character far outweighs your physical appearance.” He spoke quietly, firmly, and without contempt.
Jane looked at him and felt her cheeks flaming hotter, was she really all of those things? And sensual? Where did that come from?
“Thank you. I’ve just never thought of myself that way, I suppose. All of those things you said, that just doesn’t seem to be me.” She fiddled with her glass and looked away.
“But it is you, Jane. You’ve shown that over the time you’ve been working at the bar. By now most have given into the temptation for easy money or have turned to drugs to get through their days. You didn’t.”
“I suppose you’re right then. How odd that I’ve never really thought about it.”
You’ve been too busy for self-reflection I’d imagine.” Zare said with blunt honesty.
“This wedding then? It will be big?” She sounded nervous.
“Don’t all women want huge weddings with great big giant gowns?” He teased, knowing she wasn’t the type for that sort of thing.
“Oh hell no! All those people staring at me, the pressure to surprise, to give the audience what they want? No, not at all. And some of the dresses I’ve seen? I don’t see how women sit down and stand up without a crane to lift them! No, that’s too much hassle. A simple civil union, maybe in a garden somewhere, with a few family and close friends is about as much as I can tolerate.”
“And the honeymoon?” He asked, a flash sparkling in his gaze, a teasing tone edging into his voice.
“Um. Well.” She stuttered to a stop.
“There’s that blush again.” He teased further.
“Stop!” She protested, grinning at him. “Do we have to do that part? I don’t want to leave Charlie for too long. I can’t, not really. I wouldn’t enjoy myself. I’d be too worried over him.”
Zare sobered instantly. He tilted his head as if considering.
“Yes, of course, you’re right. When he’s better we’ll consider it.”
Jane could see it was something he hadn’t considered and wondered about that oversight. He’d seemed to be so observant about everything else but hadn’t considered Charlie being too ill for her to leave him. How could he overlook that?
“May I ask when you’ll start taking care of Charlie’s medical bills? I hate to sound business-like but he’s not responding to the latest treatment. He needs this new treatment the doctor’s spoken about.” Jane’s words cut off and she looked away. He took her hand across the table and squeezed it reassuringly.
“There’s no need to fear discussing anything with me, Jane. I know we’ve agreed to this wedding for our own reasons but I would like to make it a real marriage someday. Believe in me, trust in me, I will care for both of you as my own. Charlie’s new treatment is happening as we speak. I called the hospital earlier and spoke with them about payment and a care plan. Doctor Evans has