“If I asked you to give up your religion for me, you'd be justified in never speaking to me again,” he told her, serious at last. “I understand Catholicism about as well as I understand believing in ghosts, but also similarly, I can respect that it matters to you.”
Annabelle inhaled deeply and released the air, her shoulders sagging. “That's about as good as I'm likely to get, especially out here.”
“All right, then.” Gavin's grin widened. “So, your past doesn't put me off. I expected worse, as you might recall. So, what's next? Put up your stumbling block and let's see if I can hurdle it.”
Annabelle considered her persistent suitor with growing trepidation. For the first time, she considered what it would mean if she didn't run him off with her final, undeniable truth. Maybe I can wait
