“There is one alternative.” Gideon’s tone was neutral,
artificially so, Charis thought. His eyes didn’t waver from
her face. “We could get married.
For one radiant moment, joy flared inside her.
Married…
She rose and took an unsteady step toward
him. “Gideon…” she began as wild happiness exploded in her
breast.
His troubled expression halted her in her tracks and
reminded her of his pain when she’d told him she loved him.
She sucked in a tremulous breath and looked at him
properly.
Her glittering palace of hope disintegrated. The
hands that had risen toward him fell back to her sides and
formed fists of anguish.
“What’s this about?” she asked in a flinty voice.
He shifted away from the windows, back toward the
fire. He stopped before her, still too far away to touch.
Of course.
“It’s the obvious solution, Charis.” An unexpected
moment to realize he’d started to use her real name
naturally. He spread his gloved hands as if appealing to
her to see things his way. “If we’re wed, I have a
husband’s legal rights.”
Since she’d met him, becoming his wife had been a
hopeless dream. Now he proposed and she wanted to run away
and cry her eyes out. Because he married her to save her,
not because he wanted her as his life companion, the woman
in his bed, the mother of his children.
“You said you’d never marry. Never have a family.”
Her lips felt as if they were made of wood. “That’s
changed?”
“No.” He held himself rigid as a soldier on parade.
His voice was implacable. “It will be a marriage in name
only.”