friend.”
Then his gaze rested on me, “You needed a husband…so you married him?”
“I didn’t want nor need one, but you cannot control love.” I gave my husband’s hand a squeeze. “I guess everything happens for a reason.”
Finally Jackson smiled again. “Beauty and the Beast, so the fairy tales are true.”
“Which will make your tale of the Three Bears,” I said with a laugh, “just be careful whose house you wonder into brother dear.”