Paul tried to swallow his fear. Fear of being a husband as well as a mayor. Fear of what she would see in him once they were married. Fear that he couldn’t survive by himself. He wanted to touch her. “I really don’t know the first thing about being a husband.”
“Most men don’t.”
“I’m going to be awfully busy,” he warned. “All those bodies out there…they need to be dug up and reburied. Properly. Not to mention the rest…”
“Yes, I know.”
“I am in love with Eliza.”
“I know that, too. Who you love isn’t my concern.”
“This afternoon works for me then.”
Martha smiled, taking his hand. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”
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