The next evening, it was cool and they were sitting together in the swing on the front porch, watching the sunset. She’d come home this evening and he’d cooked dinner. He’d been unpacking things all day but he’d been able to toss a few things in the crock pot, so he had. After eating, they’d come out to enjoy the evening air. They’d been sitting there for a while, Matt wasn’t really sure how long, when he looked down at the top of her head where it rested against his shoulder.
“We’ve talked about mating but we’ve not talked about getting married,” he said, cautious. He had no idea how she would react.
“No, we haven’t,” she said without moving. “I assumed you would bring it up when you were ready.”
“What do you mean?” He frowned.
“Well, you were married to Connie, but knew you would nev
