"Darling and I are getting married at Ithaca," Jacob announced while we were eating breakfast.
Everyone stopped eating at once and looked at Jacob and me back and forth with mouths gaped wide open. I giggled but nodded.
Neville cleared his throat and looked at Jacob pointing a butter knife at him. "Did you compromise her last night? I mean you can't take your hands off, anymore," he teased.
Now, it was my turn to gawk at his question. My face felt warm once more as I remembered the advances Jacob had with my body after midnight. Neville was a bit right. Jacob did ALMOST compromise me if he did not stop.
"I will marry her here on the ship. I need your help for the preparation. I need some of you to find a minister or a priest. I'll get the rings. Editha should be escorted to get what she needed as well," Jacob ignored Neville's teasing.