I like where her head is at, and take that as a good sign. I lick my lips, take a deep breath, and go for it.
“Marry me.”
FOUR
Rowan
I stareat Grant in complete shock.
Did he just ask me to marry him? Is he serious? Did I hear him correctly?
I should ask him all of those questions, but when I open my mouth, what comes out is, “Are youcrazy?”
“No.” He frowns at me.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “I’m sure.”
“I’m not,” I mumble.
He tugs on my elbow, moving me away from the middle of the sidewalk and closer to him. “What’s wrong?”
I snort. “We met five minutes ago, and you just asked me to marry you. And you wereserious.”
“You want to go to medical school, and I have a GI Bill, plus savings. I can pay for it.”
“Okay, that’s very generous of you, but I still don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Whyyou’redoing this?”
“I want a wife.”
“Why me?”
He shifts on his big feet. “I have my reasons,” he says finally.
What could his reason be? Is this a trap?
I lick my lips. “We don’t know each other at all.”
He squeezes my elbow. “Just think it over.”
I step back, breaking free from his hold. “Thanks for the ride.” I take another step back.
He stares at me, his eyes tracking my every movement until I turn and flee.
I rush into my apartment building and upstairs into my apartment. My roommate and her boyfriend are already going at it. I roll my eyes at her over-the-top moans. I’ve met her boyfriend, Terry, and there’s no way that he’s that good in bed. The guy can’t figure out how to get to our place without calling Cathy for directions, and he’s here four nights a week. There’s no way he could find her clit.
Grabbing last night’s pizza box from the refrigerator, I take out two slices. I eat them cold as I collapse in my old recliner in my room. It belonged to my dad and was his favorite. Even though it’s seen better days, I can’t bring myself to get rid of it.
Once I’ve finished eating, I pick up my textbooks. Cathy and Terry seem to be done for the moment, so I take advantage of the quiet to study, but it’s no use. I can’t stop thinking about Grant and his insane offer.
If I married him and he paid for medical school, it would solve a big problem. But how could I possibly marry a man I had met twenty minutes ago? That’s crazy, right?
Except… it doesn’tfeelcrazy.
