asked, offering a small, tired smile as
appened? I thought you were getting better," Adrian rep
r already told you? The diabetes came back. It's not surprising for s
to accept that so casually. "But
e but only made things worse. "You're going to be okay,
uttered, his eyes darting
to know I love
But no, I won't be okay.
es shimmered with something deeper. Sa
and
H
ething
seriously. "Can I ask
rse. An
yful, mischievous even, in his grandfather's eyes. It made A
I mea
ing at
yth
go back on
op
I want you to get married, Adrian. That's what I wa
"Grandpa... is there anything else you'd like instead? Something more reaso
all I want from you. You promised, Adrian. You s
an s
aw it coming. And too late, he realized h
anted to
needed t
omise and if there was one thing Sean Williams had ta
ndpa could've asked for fishing trips, family dinners,
ria
e
d to do now? Marry a stranger just to fulfill a dyi
face, the weight of it all
now. "Someone to take care of you. Someone to love you when I no longer
broke
se he
love. His grandfather's way of protecting him even in death. A fin
He hated this. Hated the ache in
d him, who saw him at his wors
e gav
e low, nearly a whisp
a Sean
phant smile
Grateful.
... made
ng in his head like a broken record,
riving h
y grandson marr
to the building, ignoring the greetings, the nods, the wide-eye
dn't
have tim
age?
s. All he had were exes who hated his guts and a reputation that
ard his corner suite like a man on a missi
eeting summary from yesterday on your desk,"
sto
.. st
y drifted to h
d, dressed in her standard crisp white blouse and black ski
Not seductive. Not someone wh
at's what ma
ult. She never flirted. Never lingered. Never
as a record in Adrian's world of high-turnover secret
onstant he had in
. Safe
rf
rt-circuited
nsane? Ab
del off Instagram and begging her
ream our wedding for followe
he said
from her table
rry
'm so
e first trace of actual emotio
peated, slower th
ike he'd just asked her t
racing in the stupidest
either going to
up my en
*