"If you can rope her into getting married, you've got my blessing. Pinning her down to a date is going to be a problem, though."
Justin glanced at Megan, never battling an eye. "Will two weeks from today be too soon?"
A snicker worked its way around the verandah. Megan jerked on his hand again. Things were getting out of control.
"Just a minute. Don't I have any say in this? Don't you think you need to get to know me better?"
He nodded and addressed her father. "Is she always like this?"
Mr. O'Hara grinned. "Always."
Justin turned to her. "All right. I know you a little better now. How about it?"
Denton was doubled over laughing. He would pick now to develop a sense of humor. She scowled at Justin.
"How about what?"
Mr. O'Hara chuckled. "See what I mean?"
"Dad!" They were all making a joke out of the whole thing. She turned an imploring gaze on Justin. "Not this way, Justin. Please?"
He sobered immediately. "Exactly. This is something neither of us should feel pressured into."
Her face flamed hotter and tears threatened to well up in her eyes. She had it coming, but did he have to make it so public?
He lifted her hand and kissed it, oblivious to the guests. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke.
"Megan O'Hara, will you marry me?"
Somewhere in the garden a bee buzzed and someone shuffled their feet. She stared at him in amazement. Was he serious, or was this yet another ploy? But deep inside she knew he was serious. And yet, they knew so little about each other. Would he be happy in California? Would he expect her to quit work? Would he resent her money? Why hadn't she considered these things before? Maybe because it didn't matter. After all, every married couple started out with some kind of problem. They loved each other, and that love would be a solid foundation for their marriage. With it, they could weather any storm. He was the only man for her, and she didn't want to wait any longer. Finally she managed to speak.
"I'd be honored - any time you're ready.