Chapter 20

She looked up at him and blinked. “What…? Oh. That’s what Mrs. O’Connor told me, but I thought she was just being…I mean, I couldn’t believe—Oh God. How could I have been so stupid?” She turned those big violet eyes on him. “Mr. Pettigrew, what am I going to do?”

“Listen to me. I have a solution to this, if you have no objection.” He realized he was still holding her, so he withdrew his arms, rose, and backed away a step.

“I’m listening.” She plumped a pillow and sat back against it.

Tom licked his lips and decided to come right out with it. “Marry me.”

“Excuse me? It sounded as if you asked me to marry you.” She chuckled. “I beg your pardon. I’m still taken aback by my situation, so I’m sure I heard you incorrectly.”

“No, you heard me right. I know I’m older than you…I know you love another man. But I want to marry you.”

“Why? If it’s because of my situation—”

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” he said simply.