“He hasn’t asked you to marry him as of yet?” Esmeralda inquires, all eyes and interested in the topic.
Jason shakes his head. The topic has crossed his mind numerous times and it’s always the same answer. “No. Unfortunately. But I’m sure he will soon. The romance and heat of Florida will maybe get him to.”
“Of course. Certainly. The Gulf wind has magical powers. The two of you will be hitched before you realize.” Esmeralda becomes distracted, not by the herculean man next to her, rather because another customer walks into the book shop. She stops speaking, pats Jason on the back of his right arm, and tells him, “Make yourself at home. Just stay away from my hunk of man. He’s for me. No one else.”