Eva’s POVMy spoon clatters to the floor, and I freeze.“Marry you?” I blink at him, sure I misheard. “Where is this coming from? What do you even mean?”Micah leans back in his chair, his eyes holding that steady, unreadable stare that always makes my pulse race, except this time, it only leaves me uneasy.He shrugs, lips twitching. “I mean exactly that. I want you to marry me.”A breathy laugh escapes me. “Micah, I just got divorced.”“I know,” he says quietly.“You’re joking, right?”He doesn’t reply, only raises a brow.My lips part. “You’re serious.”“I am.” He nods.I frown, looking down at the half-eaten plates between us, as if they can make sense of any of this.“I can’t marry you.” I stand, gathering the plates just to keep my hands busy.He rises too, following me into the kitchen. “Are you still in love with Stefan?”The question hits like ice water. “What does that have to do with anything?”“Because if you hear me out, you might actually like the idea,” he says. “Let’s s
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