βThere is one alternative.β Gideonβs tone was neutral,
artificially so, Charis thought. His eyes didnβt waver from
her face. βWe could get married.
For one radiant moment, joy flared inside her.
Marriedβ¦
She rose and took an unsteady step toward
him. βGideonβ¦β she began as wild happiness exploded in her
breast.
His troubled expression halted her in her tracks and
reminded her of his pain when sheβd 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.
βWhatβs this about?β 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.
βItβs the obvious solution, Charis.β An unexpected
moment to realize heβd started to use her real name
naturally. He spread his gloved hands as if appealing to
her to see things his way. βIf weβre wed, I have a
husbandβs legal rights.β
Since sheβd 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.
βYou said youβd never marry. Never have a family.β
Her lips felt as if they were made of wood. βThatβs
changed?β
βNo.β He held himself rigid as a soldier on parade.
His voice was implacable. βIt will be a marriage in name
only.β