“Morning, Robinson. How’s the arm?” He asked like I hadn’t attended the Sheppard family dinner the night before.
“Better every day.”
“Good. Have a seat.”
I wouldn’t be much use as a bodyguard, and couldn’t investigate on my own, but I needed to work.
John understood.
“Jack comes back next week and has agreed to mentor you. Your cast limits your fieldwork, but the investigative experience will be invaluable if you still want to become a PI.”
I did.
“Until Jack returns, you can shadow Jay and Cate.”
“Copy that.”
Normally, I’d be standing by now, ready to leave.
“Is there something on your mind?”
There was. I just needed to get my head out of my ass and ask.
“Yes, sir.” I took a deep breath and released it slowly.Here goes nothing. “I was wondering if you’d have any objections to me asking Madi to marry me?”
“Are you asking for my permission to marry my daughter?”
“God, no, she’d kill me.” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. “We’re just having a hypothetical conversation.”
John nodded, his grin growing to a smile as he stood.
“Then hypothetically.” I stood as John rounded his desk. “I’d say I have no objections to you asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage.”
We shook hands before he pulled me into a hug and slapping me on the back.
“Can we keep this between us?” I asked.
John nodded. “Should I expect a phone call soon?”
“No, she’s not ready yet.”
Madi loved me; it showed in every kiss. Every soft smile when I talked about our future together. Every lecture she gave me about resting and every exasperated sigh when I didn’t.
When she was ready, I’d put a ring on her finger, change her last name, and claim her as mine for all the world to see.
Three Months Later
Madi
Colorado in early May was breathtaking and Shane’s ranch was everything Matt said it would be and more. The local flora growing in open fields created the perfect backdrop for Kayla and Daisy’s wedding.
It actually reminded me of Jack and Meg’s wedding. Intimate and understated, but beautiful. It wasn’t the wedding style I’d choose for my wedding, but it suited them.
My wedding? I had no right thinking about marriage. My relationship with Matt, though intense, was still new.Justbecause we love each other and we’re house hunting together doesn’t mean he wants to marry me.
Matt threw around the words linking us, words like we, us, our, without hesitation when he spoke of the future, so I felt confident shopping for a home we could share. But he hadn’t so much as whispered a hint of a suggestion that he was thinking of marriage.
What am I doing?Thinking about marriage after three and a half months of dating was stupid. Men didn’t propose after three months.
