welled up at the thought of going back to school. It was something she’d wanted for so long.
“Jesse.” Brock squeezed her fingers. “What do you think? Will you marry me?”
Jesse blinked away the tears, bringing his handsome features into focus. Nobody had ever done as much for her as he had, and yet here he was offering to do so much more.
Okay, time for a reality check. Such an important decision deserved more than ten minutes’ deliberation.
She reached out to cup his cheek, felt the bristles from his five-o’clock shadow. She met his blue eyes straight-on. “Thank you so much for that beautiful proposal. You said I could take tonight to think about it?”
“Of course.” He covered her hand with his, his warmth enveloping her. Was it her imagination that he lingered over the caress before releasing her? “You can’t take long though. I leave in five days. I’ll take you home. Or would you like to stay here tonight?”
Because she very much would, she shook her head. “Thank you, but I need to go home.”
He nodded and stood. “Will you be rested enough to go with me to the ceremony tomorrow?”
“I’ve slept the entire day away. And I confess I feel better. The doctor said twenty-four hours. So, yes, I’d like to go with you.”
“Good. You can give me your answer then. And if you agree, we can get married right away.”
Jesse sat on her bed and looked at her watch for the fourth time in two minutes. Another ten minutes before Brock would arrive to pick her up.
And she wouldn’t be coming back.
A half hour after walking through the door last night she’d made up her mind to accept his proposal.
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