Page 26 of Lady Willa's Divinely Wicked Vicar
He exhaled and beneath his breath, gave a groan of displeasure. “Very well. Still determined, eh? So then, before I go, I want you to promise me something.”
Her throat clogged with tears again, but she would grant him this favor. “Yes. What?”
“When you decide that this curse of yours is a hoax, I expect you to come to me and propose marriage.”
That would happen when pigs flew. Her father would disown her, though at the moment, she could not care so much of that. Her new employer would not be happy to lose her, though what could she do if she never appeared?
“Promise me,” he insisted.
She shook her head. “Oh, Charlie, how can I do that?”
He took her in his arms. “Promise me, my darling Wills.”
She raised her face. She had to talk him out of this. “I never promise lightly.”
“I didn’t think so.” He thumbed the edge of her lower lip. “Promise me.”
“It may never happen.”
In his eyes, laughter combined with certitude. “But it could. So promise me.”
And she did.
