Page 258 of The First Time
His gaze goes back to the window. "We'll need to move up our timeline. Get married next month."
"Next month as in April?"
He nods. "That is the month after March."
I think he's teasing me. Maybe. "Is that really plausible?"
"If we tell everyone we've been dating in secret." He looks me in the eyes. There's something in his expression. A sadness. "I hate rushing this, but it's the only way."
"What do you need from me?"
"I made a document. More of my history. A fake history for us. I need you to make one for yourself. Tomorrow. Email it to me. I'll have it memorized."
"We could just hang out. Get to know each other. That kind of thing."
His smile is sad. "There isn't time." He leans in to press his lips to mine. "This is faster. Easier." He finishes his last sip of whiskey, stands, brings the glass back to the bar. "I'm going to be busy the rest of the week. I'll send a car for you Friday."
"Okay."
He turns so his back is to me. "You're welcome to hang out in the office, but I need to get back to work."
"Oh. Sure." He's kicking me out of here too. And this time all he got from me was a kiss.
"I'll email the document to you."
I nod. "Sure. I'll see you Friday."
"Goodnight, Kat."
"Goodnight." I turn and leave and spend the subway ride thinking about the sadness in his eyes.
It's something bad.
But what?
