He was, at that very hour, probably picking out a tie.\n\nChapter 9 — The County Clerk

And then I made one more call, the one that mattered most, and it was to the county clerk.

I needed to know where the marriage paperwork stood.

What had been filed, what had not, what was pending, and — this was the thing I needed to understand — what would have to happen, or not happen, to be certain that the ceremony two days from now did not, in the eyes of the law, make a marriage at all.

Because that was the quiet center of Nathan’s whole plan, once I looked at it clearly.