“I’ll marry you,” I told him decisively. “That way, we can both have kids someday.”He grinned, those dimples emerging in a blaze of glory. “Yeah, you probably would.”
“I see you have prepared the chessboard." He grinned a devilish grin. "I thought we could play for it. I win, you marry me. You win, I marry you. That way we both win" (p.120)”
“Hey, Jojo?” he yells.“Yeah.” I yell back.“I’m going to marry you someday.”
“Today's my wedding day, Mom," he said softly aloud. "I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.”
“Can I take a rain check? Weekends are busy for me."He shrugged, his perma smile back in all its dimpled glory. "You'd probably figure out a way to nearly get killed, anyway.”
“You'd probably marry me just to annoy your father."He grinned. "Well, that would certainly be a bonus.""Why don't you like him?" I asked. "He seems all right.""In five-minute doses," Win muttered.”