““Christine,” he started, “is it possible that God can do more yet between us?” Was that a note of hope in his voice? Did he still care for her after all? She couldn’t look into his eyes for fear of what she might see. Instead she focused on the way his hand wrapped so perfectly around hers. “If you say no, that you don’t want me, I promise I’ll respect your answer—” “I do want you,” she said. The words came out before she could halt them, and she was mortified at her confession. She hurried to cover up her embarrassment. “It’s just that I don’t understand why anyone would be interested in me. I’m nothing—” “You’re everything to me. I love you, Christine. I think I’ve loved you from that first day you spoke to me.””
