Chapter 57
Matt
When John insisted I take two weeks off, l didn’t argue.
Madi and I spent those two weeks adjusting to living together while we dealt with the physical and emotional aftermath of her abduction.
Getting therapy right away helped.
So did having her within arms-reach twenty-four-seven.
When our medical leave ended, we returned to being productive members of society.
The first thing on my agenda: meeting with John.
“Morning, Eva,” I said as I walked by the reception desk. “Cool if I go in?”
“He’s expecting you.”
I knocked my cast against the doorjamb before walking in.
“Morning, Robinson. How’s the arm?” He asked like I hadn’t attended the Sheppard family dinner the night before.
“Better every day.”
“Good. Have a seat.”
I wouldn’t be much use as a bodyguard, and couldn’t investigate on my own, but I needed to work.
John understood.
“Jack comes back next week and has agreed to mentor you. Your cast limits your fieldwork, but the investigative experience will be invaluable if you still want to become a PI.”
I did.
“Until Jack returns, you can shadow Jay and Cate.”
“Copy that.”
Normally, I’d be standing by now, ready to leave.
“Is there something on your mind?”
There was. I just needed to get my head out of my ass and ask.
“Yes, sir.” I took a deep breath and released it slowly. Here goes nothing. “I was wondering if you’d have any objections to me asking Madi to marry me?”
“Are you asking for my permission to marry my daughter?”
“God, no, she’d kill me.” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips. “We’re just having a hypothetical conversation.”
John nodded, his grin growing to a smile as he stood.
“Then hypothetically.” I stood as John rounded his desk. “I’d say I have no objections to you asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage.”
We shook hands before he pulled me into a hug and slapping me on the back.
“Can we keep this between us?” I asked.
John nodded. “Should I expect a phone call soon?”
“No, she’s not ready yet.”
Madi loved me; it showed in every kiss. Every soft smile when I talked about our future together. Every lecture she gave me about resting and every exasperated sigh when I didn’t.
When she was ready, I’d put a ring on her finger, change her last name, and claim her as mine for all the world to see.