Page 162 of Be My Wife

Talking to him.

Touching him…

There are nights I lie in bed, close my eyes and just pretend that I can hear him breathe.

Yeah, I know.

I’m insane.

What’s worse… he’s staying with Steph now but, once she’s recovered, he’ll be back at work. I already know it’s going to be super awkward and I’m considering quitting my job.

“Elizabeth,” Mom calls my name.

I straighten. “Huh?”

“Why are you so distracted?” Her voice gets mischievous. “Brogan’s there kissing up on you, isn’t he?”

“Mom!”

“Don’t play innocent. I know how it is when you’re young and in love.”

“What if we weren’t?”

“Hm?”

I shift in my seat. “What if we were just faking it?”

“Elizabeth Garcia, what nonsense are you talking?”

“What if…” I swallow the lump in my throat, “Brogan didn’t really love me.”

“Did he say that?”

“No.”

“Then why would you assume he doesn’t love you?”

“I’m just…”

“Are you feeling insecure because of his ex?”

“Um…”

“Listen, I was a little iffy when I heard he was divorced too, but that boy has eyes for you and only you. There’s no way someone can fake that.” She sighs. “Do you know why I didn’t freak out more when I found out you married him?”

“No, why?”

“Brogan stopped by a few days ago to talk to us.”

“He-he did?”

“He formally asked your father for his blessing to marry you.”

My heart stops. “Mom…”

“He promised us he’d take care of you and be there for you. You should have seen the look in his eyes, Elizabeth. That man was so serious. It was like watching a soldier vow to protect his country. I knew he’d go to battle for you if he had to.”

“He never told me.”

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