Page 51 of New Girl in Town
“Aren’t you going to say anything about what I just told you?”
He nodded and reached over, taking my hand. “Thanks for not being weirded out that I called myself your boyfriend.”
“That’s it?” I gaped at him.
“I’m sorry about your divorce?” he tried, and I huffed out a laugh.
“You really don’t care, do you?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Do you want me to care?”
I turned over his words. Did I want him to care? Did I want to make my divorce into something constant and present?
“Absolutely not,” I told him with a firm shake of my head. “That’s not who I am anymore. Not who I’m trying to be. I just thought you should know before you got involved with me.”
“Then thank you for telling me.” He squeezed my hand. “Your divorce doesn’t change who you are to me. I like what and who I’ve seen, so if you don’t want it to be an issue in our relationship, it won’t be. You get to show me who you are, Aurora. Not your past.”
My eyes pricked with unshed tears and I blinked, glancing away from the earnest look in his eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He raised my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “If that ever changes, you’ll let me know, right?”
My eyes moved back to his. “What? If what changes?”
“You wanting to talk about it. Make it something we care about.”
“My divorce?” I squeaked, and he nodded, threading our fingers together.
“What matters to you is important to me, and if we’re together, then it matters to us, okay?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything more than a soft “thank you.” By then our waiter had arrived and I let Grant order for us, which he did with our hands tangled together.
