Max
Don’t pressure her.
I stood in front of Dylan’s door three hours after my proposal, crippled with indecision. Through dinner, bath time, and even a glass of wine, Addison hadn’t said a word about it.
After the debacle at my office earlier in the day, I’d spent the rest of that afternoon kicking myself for being so hard on her. Especially in light of the way she’d embraced Dylan. She was as in love with my daughter as I was, and it showed in everything she did. Who cared about a few college credits?
Once I’d gotten over the initial surprise and realized I might lose Addison, it had become so clear to me that I wanted her in my life permanently.
But my “will you marry me” had been met with stunned silence. Not what I’d been hoping for at all. I could only hope that once she had a li
