Larissa's POV
"Married?" My father's fork clattered against his plate as he stared at us across the dinner table.
The single word hung in the air like a challenge.
"It does seem rather sudden," he continued, his businessman's instincts clearly kicking in.
Carson's fingers tightened around mine under the table before he lifted our joined hands, pressing his lips to my knuckles in a gesture so intimate it made my breath catch.
"Some things don't require lengthy deliberation," Carson said, his voice carrying that confident edge I'd grown accustomed to. "I've never been more certain about anything in my life."
Joe practically leaned across the table, his curiosity barely contained. "But what about your position at Gary Enterprises, Rissa? You've worked so hard to get where you are."
The question hit exactly where I had expected it would. My pulse quickened, but I kept my voice level.
