didn’t remember. “I know I’ve probably asked you this before, but when?”
“I was twelve.”
“Where was it?”
“My femur.”
“How long were you—”
“Not long. Eight months, give or take. They caught it early at my annual physical. A round of radiation and chemo and I was fine.”
She was pretty sure it hadn’t been as simple as he made it sound. Especially if he had been having panic attacks. “Do you worry. I mean, could it … come back?”
“If it was going to come back it would have a long time ago.” He glanced over at her. “If you’re worried I’m going to get sick and die on you, I’m probably more likely to be hit by a bus.”
“I didn’t mean that. I just … I don’t know what I meant. The question just popped out. I’m sorry.”
He squeezed her hand. “It’s okay.”
She could see that it was a touchy subject and she didn’t want to push it. She just hoped he didn’t think that it would ever stop her from marrying him. She was in this for the long haul, until death do them part and all that. And speaking of marriage.
“I was wondering,” she said. “Is there a reason you wouldn’t tell people at work that we’re engaged?”
His shot a glance her way. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, when I called your office, and your secretary asked who it was, I said Ash’s fiancée, and she sounded really confused.”
“What did she say?”
“She said, Ash’s what? and I said, Ash’s fiancée, Melody. I got the distinct impression that she had no idea we were engaged.”
“We just haven’t officially announced it,” he said. “I asked right before you left on your trip, then you didn’t come back….” He shrugged.
“So you didn’t say anything to anyone.”
“It was the last thing on my mind.”
“Well, I guess that explains the pictures and the videos.”
“What about them?”
“I noticed that I wasn’t wearing my engagement ring in a single one. So now I know why.”
Melody looked over at him and Ash had a strange look on his face, as if he felt sick to his stomach or something.
“Is it okay that I said something to her? I mean, we have no reason not to announce it now. Right?”
“I’ve just been so swamped since we’ve been back, with everything at work, and the doctor’s office. The truth is, it completely slipped my mind.”
“But it is okay.”
He smiled and squeezed her hand again. “Of course.”
“Oh, good,” she said, feeling relieved. “Since I kind of already did. To your secretary anyway. Do you think we should plan some sort of engagement party? Or at least call the wedding planner?”
“I think you shouldn’t worry about it until you’ve had more time to heal. There’s no rush. Look at what happened today when you got too stressed.”
He was right. She knew he was. It was just that she felt this need to get on with her life. This deep-seated urgency to move forward.
Give it time, she told herself. Eventually you’ll be yourself again.
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