He Followed Me Home

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

"Getting married?! You two don't waste any time do you?" Janice demanded with a laugh once Wyatt and Francine got back to the apartment the next night and told her the news.

"I don't see any reason to waste time," Wyatt shrugged, "I love her, she loves me, might as well get married."

"Oh geeze that so did not sound romantic," Francine mumbled as she kicked off her shoes.

Wyatt frowned and Janice laughed and shook her head, "Nope, you're not allowed to complain about Casper. You are damn lucky and you have a man that's as close to perfect as they get."

Wyatt's chest puffed out and Francine laughed and threw her arms around his neck, "I guess she has a point," she admitted with defeat.

Wyatt grinned and kissed her freckled nose, "I'm not perfect but I am yours."

"So what's for dinner, Casper? You've been gone a long time and I miss your cooking," Janice said as she stretched out on the couch and crossed her long tan legs.

"I guess I'll have to look through that cooking book again."

"Cooking book," Janice mocked with a snicker.

Francine rolled her eyes and slapped her best friend on the back of the head, "You don't have to cook, Wyatt. We can order something." Francine assured him.

Wyatt shook his head, "I want to cook. I like it."

He kissed her forehead tenderly and then walked to the kitchen. After a mouthwatering dinner of homemade lasagna, the three of them were sitting in the living room while Janice flipped through channels on the television.

"So when is the wedding gonna be?" Janice asked.

"As soon as it can be," Wyatt replied.

"You sound like you're in a hurry," Janice mused as she raised her perfectly arched brow. "You need to learn to have patience."

Wyatt just shrugged and wrapped his arm around Francine's shoulders. He didn't have time to learn patience. He had to give Francine everything that she wanted before Madam Zinga killed him off.

"Weddings cost money, Wyatt," Francine noted. "Or we could just go down to the courthouse and get married by the justice of the peace."

"No we can't. You want a wedding in a haunted house," he replied sternly.

Francine frowned, "It's not fair that you read my journal. Even if I tell you that's not what I want you'll know it's a lie."

"That's right," Wyatt agreed. "And I still have a bit of money," he added. He stood up and walked over to where his suitcase still sat by the door.

He came back with an envelope and handed it to Francine. She looked inside and her eyes widened, "That's gotta be close to ten thousand dollars!" she exclaimed.

Wyatt nodded, "Eleven thousand one-hundred and forty-seven." he informed her. "It's what I have left from selling my stuff. I wanted to keep the guns but Janice said they had guns nowadays that worked a lot better than mine so I let them go."

"You can't exactly walk around with a six shooter strapped to your hip anymore, Casper," Janice said with a grin as she sat her laptop in her lap and opened it.

"I'm finding that men these days are all talk and no real action. Back in my day if you ran your mouth you damn well better be able to back it up or you'd end up beat all to hell or dead." Wyatt grumbled.