Atticus couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he brought his hand up to gently graze against hers for a moment before allowing it to drop to his side. “There is no one else I am interested in.” He murmured softly, and his stomach flipped at the thought of walking out the door with a fiance. His family would be confused, maybe, especially given they’d skipped a portion of the courtship phase, but he’d take the time before the wedding to get to know her. A courtship and engagement in one. (And if he found he didn’t like her, which sounded like an impossible feat, there was always the option to break it off. But he doubted it – there was never going to be anyone except for her.)

“Then it is settled.” Atticus smiled down at her; he wanted to bend down and brush his lips against hers but it was entirely uncouth. Instead he shuffled backward. “I will see you soon, then.” He nodded his head toward the door; the sooner he could leave the room, the sooner he could make everything official. Things were swirling in his head, but they would be thoughts for another time. He had things to do right this second that required his utmost attention.

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