A New Hope - Robyn Carr Page 0,82
ask. Of course I’m yours through the harvest. Through many harvests if you want it.”
“That’s exactly what I want, Ginger,” he said, solemn. “I want to marry you.”
She was a little surprised. “I didn’t think you were quite ready to chance it again.”
“It doesn’t feel like I’d be taking a chance. How about you?”
She ran her hands through his hair, his glorious hair. She looked forward to being with him when the first strands of silver appeared. She smiled tenderly. “It doesn’t seem a risk for me, either.”
“One thing I think you’ll like about the harvest. I never have time for a haircut.”
“Yes,” she said, laughing. “I think I’ll like that part the most.”
“Will you? Marry me? Be mine forever?”
“That means you’ll have to be mine right back, you know. No kidding around.”
“I’ve been yours since last April. The second you coldcocked me, I knew.”
“I didn’t do that, you know. I only shoved you. I didn’t even shove hard.”
“Let’s say you decked me. A better story for our grandchildren.”
She sobered a little, glancing down.
“Ginger, there will be grandchildren. Are you afraid? Too afraid?”
“Oh, the thought terrifies me. But I’m not going to let that keep me from trying. It’s all I’ve ever wanted—a family.”
“We’ll be careful,” he said. “Good medical support. The best pediatric support available. We have Peyton and Scott to help hook us up. There isn’t any rush about it. We won’t take any chances and we’ll be sure you’re ready. Emotionally ready. As ready as possible.”
“Are you? Doesn’t it make you a little nervous? Counting on grandchildren through me?”
He shook his head. “If it had been me, I’d probably feel just like you do. But things will be different, Ginger. This time you won’t be alone. This time your man will be with you every step.”
Such a good man, always looking for ways to reassure her.
“Are you going to say yes?” he asked. “I love you. I want to be with you forever.”
“Yes, of course I’m going to say yes.”
“Where do you want to live?”
“Do you think that house on the farm will have room for me?”
That made him smile. “You’d do that?”
She nodded. “This can’t happen too fast, Matt. I’m not going to abandon Grace. Her mother is sick and she’s pregnant. It’s going to take planning.”
“I want to sweep you away,” he said.
“That would be fun but I won’t run out on her. Until I’m sure she’s taken care of we’ll have to make do like this.” She smiled. “The anticipation has been great. When you speed into town on the weekend... Tell me, Mr. Lacoumette, when I’m just a farm wife, will you speed home from the orchard to be with me?”
He laughed. “Have you seen my parents? Married almost forty years and still hot for each other. You and Grace have to talk about it, okay? Think about a plan. I need you. I love you.”
“First we have to take care of something important. My family. If I understand you, we have one more weekend before the harvest is in full swing. I know you know some of my family through the business, but I want to bring you home. I’ll see if I can gather the troops for next weekend. A barbecue or something with my brothers and their families, with my mom and dad. But if it’s okay with you, I’ll stay with you at night.”
“They know about me, right?” he asked.
“I’ve talked to my mom the most but she’s told the family I have a man in my life. And of course, they know your family.”
“Paco will be pleased,” he said, scratching his chest. “I’m marrying a trucking company.”
“I don’t know who to tell first. My mother? Ray Anne? Grace? Peyton?”
“Tell everyone. We need a ring, Ginger. A nice one.”
“If I can get my family together for next weekend, will we stay in your apartment?”
“If I can’t think of a good alternative. My mother was right, I only stayed there so I could have privacy. I can’t wait to live on the farm. You’ll help me build the house. It has to be your house.”
“You’re committing to an awful lot, Matt.”
“I’d do anything for you. Don’t you know that?”
* * *
Peyton was first, as it turned out. They walked down to her house and found the whole family home. Ginger thought she knew Matt very well yet she’d never seen him quite so puffed up and proud as he was when he said, “We’re getting married, Peyton.”
“Oh, my God! When?”
“We