Page 112 of The Matchmaker Club

But I didn’t believe I’d ever have it.

He reached for his phone again and thumbed through. “Danny’s Song”rang through the speakers, and we listened without saying a word.

My throat ached, and the threat of tears burned my eyes. I grabbed his phone and shut it off. “I’d rather not.”

He sat up and looked down at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not marriage material,” I whispered.

He wiped away a tear that escaped the corner of my eye. “That’s bullshit. Any man would be lucky to have you as a wife and partner.”

I nestled my cheek in the palm of his hand. “Thank you.”

“Come back to Boston with me.”

I looked him in the eye. He was more than serious. I sat up to face him. “For how long?”

“For as long as you want. You could stay with me, or I can put you up in your own apartment.”

“You mean, live there?”

“Yes.”

My heart hammered in my chest. “I don’t know, Lucas. I have my grandmother and Lainey to look after.”

“They’ll be taken care of.”

“And Thelma is getting married in a couple months, and I’m the maid of honor.”

He didn’t have a solution but instead stoked my cheek.

“And I love it here… I don’t know how I’d do in Boston away from my friends and family.”

He nodded with a tight smile. “It was just a thought. I understand.”

“After the wedding, I wouldn’t mind visiting for a while. Who knows, maybe the city will grow on me.”

“Maybe it will.”

I cupped his cheek. “We have a lot going against us, don’t we?”

“We do.” His fingers glided down my hair until it reached the tips. “But I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Me too.”

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Come with me to visit Heidi?”

“I’d love to.”

He kissed my forehead, and I laid back down in his arms.

And in that moment, there were no obstacles between us. It was perfect. If I lived for moments like my mother did, this was exactly where I was meant to be.

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