“Evelyn’s going to marry me. Maybe not until her mom is better. Maybe not until Lila and Graham are married. But she’s going to marry me. She’s going to have my babies.” How did he make it so public and incredibly intimate at the same time? “Right, Evie?” he whispered. An unexplainable warmth wrapped around my body. “Probably.” I smiled. “Probably …” he echoed just before kissing me.
