The room

“You want to marry me?” I stare into his handsome face, not really understanding. “And if I do, you’ll give me your house?” I repeat just to make sure I have it right. I mean, I haven’t taken the pain meds today so I’m not hallucinating. All of this sounds too good to be true. It’s a win-win for me. It’s not much of a deal for him, though. I don’t understand what he’s going to get out of this.

“If we’re married, what's mine is yours.” He gives me one of those half-smiles of his I’ve grown addicted to. It turns him from handsome to sexy. It should be illegal for him to be so good-looking.

“I’m having a hard time following, I guess. Why? What do you get out of this deal?” I’m trying to find the catch here.

I didn’t think Mikael looked at me that way. I know I’m supposed to be on bed rest, but there might have been a few times I let his shirt ride up a bit on my thighs to see if he would take a peek. I’d even brushed myself up against him whenever I could. But he always quickly retreats.