he’s under arrest. I couldn’t even wear a sword at the ceremony.”
“Do you think I care anything about a silly sword?” Calla flared.
“I do,” Burke said grimly. “I want to know whether you’d be marrying a soldier or a civilian. So do you.”
Calla sighed in mock exasperation, took his hand and led him over to the sofa and pulled him down beside her. “Burke, let’s be practical. If you hadn’t sassed Captain Ervien, you’d be on patrol tomorrow, wouldn’t you?”
“I suppose,” Burke admitted.
“Then, for heaven’s sake, you’re here now. You will be until the trial. It’s the only chance he’ll give us to be together. To hell with your arrest!”
Burke looked faintly shocked, and Calla said swiftly, vehemently, “I mean it, Burke. I’m tired of being Mrs. Hanna-to-be! The chapel is on post limits. We can get married tomorrow. In private or public, I don’t care. It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
She smiled now at her own vehemence. “Speak up, soldier.”
Burke grinned. “I kind of like the idea,” he murmured. “Of course—” He paused. He had just caught sight of Abe standing in the doorway. Burke said, “You’ve got a wife. Let me get one, will you?”
“Later,” Abe said calmly. “There’s a trooper at the back door. He wants to speak to you.”
Burke swore under his breath and started for the door. He came back, leaned over and kissed Calla, and then went into the hall toward the kitchen. That’s how much you know about the girl you’ll marry, he thought wonderingly.
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