Three
“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you?” William asked for the tenth time.
I glared at him. “Yes, I’m sure you don’t need to drop me off at my date.”
“But what if something happens?”
“Nothing is going to happen. You know Derek. He’s a good guy.”
“Still. Maybe he’s secretly a murderer and I encouraged you to go on a date with him,” my fiancé protested.
“Well, then you can put on my tombstone that you told me so.”
William chuckled, his eyes softening. “I thought you wanted to be cremated.”
“Then put it on my urn.” I pressed myself against his chest, hoping my embrace would still his worries. “I’ll be fine. It’s just coffee.”
“Still. Be careful, Lucinda. I couldn’t bear to think what I’d do without you,” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest. I could listen to him for t
