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completely right.  “Oh, Christ. I can’t Isabel. I just can’t , okay? You have to believe me when I tell you that I want to explain things, but I just can’t. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. So please, can you give me a fucking break right now?  I had a really shitty day yesterday. First, the woman that I love tells me she doesn’t want to marry me, and then… shit . Just give me a fucking break.”
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Isabel
    I can see he’s stressed about something, but he doesn’t have to lie to me, damn it. He’s rubbing the back of his neck and he looks so forlorn. I’m such a shit for trying to make him tell me what’s wrong. I so desperately want to know everything about him. 
    “Dylan, how can you expect me to marry you when I know nothing about you and you won’t share anything with me?”
    He sighs and looks down at his hands. “I don’t.”
    “You don’t what?” I ask him, unsure of what he means by that statement.
    “I don’t expect you to want to marry me. Why would you?”
    “What the heck, Dylan? Of course I want to. Why wouldn’t I?”
    “ You don’t have to pretend for me. I know I’m difficult and that I’m secretive, okay. So just don’t. ”
    “Oh , for the love of lasagna, this is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous. I’m not pretending anything. I went into your office yesterday to tell you, yes, I would marry you and you totally blew me off. I don’t know what secrets you think will make me not want to be with you, but I can tell you now, I love you, I will always love you, and nothing, Dylan, nothing , will make me stop loving you.  I mean, hell, you know all of my nasty secrets, including what my father put me through and that I can’t have children, and you’re still with me.”
    Dylan looks utterly staggered at my remark. “Isabel…”
    “Just stop. You don’t have to tell me everything right now. Yes, I will marry you Dylan, regardless of whether I know your secrets or not if it makes you feel better. But you will tell me once we’re married. As for this ‘vanilla with a twist’ crap, how do we go about fixing that?”
    Dylan suddenly gets the most inane , child-like grin on his face and it makes me completely giddy to see him so happy. He pulls onto his lap and kisses me passionately.
    “You really will marry me? Right now? Today?” he asks with heated eyes.
    “Yes, b ut it might be kind of hard to get to Vegas in this snow storm,” I tell him as I run my hands through his messy damp hair.
    “Fuck V egas. I’m calling Sawyer. I’ll have a snow plow here in a few minutes. He can pick us up in the Land Rover and take us to the court house.”
    Dylan looks so completely thrilled I don’t want to ruin his moment by tell ing him that I’m nervous as hell about getting married so quickly. I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach building from my nerves and because I somehow feel like this is Dylan’s way of not dealing with the problem at hand, which just happens to be whatever secrets he’s withholding from me. I mean, how bad can they be, right? He grew up an All-American boy who was raised by two successful loving parents. And he was a Boy-Scout for Pete’s sake. To hell with his secrets; I love him and I love the way he loves me, so damned the consequences. Let’s do this .
    Dylan grabs his phone and calls Sawyer, telling him to call the City of Denver to come and plow my street and then proceeds to tell him to bring the Land Rover over to pick us up. He steps away from me to whisper something into the phone, all the while side eye-balling me and smiling deviously. Dylan and his surprises; yet another thing I love about him.
    If we’re going to the court house and this is going to be my wedding day, I suppose I’d better try and work some magic on my hair. When I hear Dylan end his conversation, I call out to him.
    “Sugar, can you come and fix my hair, please?” I ask him because I know damned well that he does a much better job than me at