Chapter Twelve
“Is this her?” said the pretty woman with her hand on Paul’s shoulder.
She wasn’t the type Madison would’ve thought Paul would choose. She looked like a librarian with her pastel cardigan and white blouse. But she had a warm smile, like that guy on public television who invited kids to take a look in a book and go on a reading rainbow.
Paul wasn’t looking at the woman or her smile. He was gazing at Madison with a goofy look on his face that reminded Madison of—well, Goofy, the cartoon dog when he saw Clarabelle, the cow. The same goofy look from the first time they’d met when he’d threatened to crawl to the intake desk. The same goofy look when he’d asked her to marry him.
Just like he’d asked this woman to marry him.
“Don’t let me interrupt your second proposal of the
