Then I’ve got an idea…”
“What?”
He twisted in his seat, his leg hooking up over the gear shift and he gripped my hand. “One day, Lindy, I’m gonna get down on one knee and look up into your eyes and ask you to marry me, and when I say it, I’m gonna make it a magical moment you are not gonna forget. You’ll treasure it––we’ll treasure it––for the rest of our lives, and we’ll tell our kids all about it. But that day, and that moment, isn’t now. I know you’re not ready. But until it’s the right time, and the right day, and you’ve healed properly from everything you’ve been through,