Category: Robyn Carr

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?” he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.

Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?””Of course there would be protection,” he offered.”Tons of it.

Tom. Tom, look at me. Has Nora agreed to marry you?””No, but she will because she has to.

But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn’t get serious.””Yeah, because I’m an idiot.

Marry me. You’ll learn to love me, I promise.