marry me.”
I stared at him.
Of all the possibilities that had crossed my mind, this wasn’t one of them.
“I—I need to think about it.”
“Of course.” His smile faltered. “Take all the time you need.”
Richard was seventy-two.
I was thirty-five.
But as I thought about Emily and our situation, the decision became difficult to ignore.
Tom was gone.
I had no family to fall back on.
And Richard could offer Emily the one thing I had spent my entire life trying to find.
Stability.
A secure home.
