Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 96

“You know how you proposed to me downstairs? You’d become Danny’s stepmother and my wife?”

“Yeah.” My heart starts beating a little faster. “But you didn’t seem like you were into it.”

He rubs his eyes. “Things change. I just called your dad.”

“And?”

“He’s letting us do it.”

My little heart feels like a hummingbird’s right now.

“No shit?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

My heart soars. I feel like I’m jumping over a rainbow right now.

Right there, in my little bedroom and with his son asleep upstairs, Jeff sinks to one knee.

“Elia, I promise to take care of you for as long as we’re married. I’ll make sure that you’re in a good position when you leave. I’ll pay for your years of college, as many as you want. Will you marry me?” He fishes a ring box out of his pocket and opens it. It’s a small diamond in a fabulous setting.

I always thought that I would get married when I was madly in love. Maybe I’m young, but I always believed in the forever kind of love, the sort when the prince goes hunting for you and heals you with true love’s kiss.

What he’s offering is temporary. It’s only to save his son. Oh, I know that sleeping with him has something to do with it, even if my dad doesn’t. This proposal isn’t because he’s overwhelmed by love for me. He’s just doing it for the sake of expediency.

I don’t care. I will take what he’s offering before it’s gone.

“Yes.”

He takes the ring out of the box and slides it on my finger. The band fits me perfectly.

“How did you even get this? Did you just run to the jewelry store?” I look at the clock. There’s no way he could’ve called my dad and driven to the nearest jewelry store. They’re probably closed right now anyway.

“It’s my grandmother’s ring.”

I swallow hard. “I’ve never seen it before.”

He sighs and rises. He sits on the bed. “With my first wife, she dragged me to a diamond dealer and had a custom design so that it suited her personality. My mother was kind of devastated, actually.”

I swallow even harder. “So you’re giving me something that you’ve never given anyone else?” My stupid little heart is flying like an eagle, soaring where the air is thin, even though I know that this engagement is not real. The marriage will end. I can’t get my hopes up.

“Yup.” He looks down at the ring on my hand. “I remember the smell of lemon,” he tells me. “She loved lemon bars and would bake them all the time. She’d serve them with tea, but I always got 90% milk and 10% tea. She’d like you. She’d be happy to have you as Danny’s stepmother.”

I’m trying not to cry. It shouldn’t feel this real, but it does. He’s just given me his grandmother’s ring.