“I don’t want her giving up her entire life for me only to realize I’m not worth sticking around for.” Monty’s head whips in my direction, but I keep my attention straight on the field. “Then you don’t know her at all if you can’t see the way she looks at you, like you’re the best damn thing to ever happen in her twenty-six years of life.” That earns my attention. “You just might be,” he continues. “After me, of course.”
