Moving In
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Cold fear gripped Diane. “Why are you all ganging up on me?”
“We aren’t,” said Vin.
“We just want you to be as happy as we are,” said Miranda.
“I am happy.” But she wasn’t. Diane was very close to tears.
Trigvey must have seen it in her. He gathered her hands in his own and spoke to her quietly. “Now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to let moving keep us apart. I’ll make time for you.”
That didn’t comfort Diane in the least.
“I want to marry you. You’re afraid I won’t value you. But I do, and I always will. You don’t know what the first few days with you were like for me. I was broken, Diane, wounded in soul if not in body. You did more than comfort me. You made it possible for me to heal. Because of you I’ll be leaving the ER. I’ve decided to join a couple of other doctors in their office serving as a GP. If it hadn’t been for you….” He caressed her cheek with an open palm. “When I came to your place and smelled the bread baking in the oven, and saw the flowers….”
He took a deep, appreciative breath and let it out with a wisp of a smile. “I got greedy. I want to feel that way all the time. I’d like it if you stayed home and did all the ‘slave’ things you mentioned for me, but as long as you believe in me, I’ll settle for anything you want to give. I love you, Diane.”
“I love you too, Trigvey.”
That was all she needed for everything to come into focus. For him, any change would be worthwhile. She didn’t want to live in anyone’s basement ever again. She didn’t want to die alone and lonely, never seeing anyone but the people in the cubicles next to her. She wanted to marry Trigvey.
“Is that proposal still good?”
Trigvey grinned. “Yes.”
“Then, I think I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yes!” Suzie pumped her fist, surprising Diane.
Miranda whooped, jumped up and down, and ran around the table to grab them, not surprising Diane a bit. The guys whistled and applauded.
Best of all, a little voice deep in Diane said she’d made the right decision.
“But before we do that we better do something else.”
“Yeah?” Trigvey got very close, easily within kissing range.
“We’d better make an offer on the house.”
Everyone laughed, but Trigvey’s nod of agreement let her know he understood completely. Now that they’d moved in, they didn’t want to move out.
Accounting and Romance? Why not? Alice Audrey, who does a little accounting in her spare time, likes to plot her novels on a spreadsheet. It seems to be working since she now has more manuscripts than she knows what to do with. She writes Romantic Suspense, Historical Romances, and even now and then something sweet. You can catch her in action every Friday at her blog, Alice's Restaurant.
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