Rose beamed up at him. She stopped, raised his hand in hers and kissed it. "I'm so happy, Andrew. You can't imagine how happy you've made it.

Mostly because she could quit her job, and wouldn't be an old spinster, and would not be so alone. Not because she was desperately in love. She wasn't. But Rose wasn't bother. She had been desperately in love once. And she never wanted to hurt like that again. Andrew was good, sensible, and handsome as a bonus, and with the bakery they could provide for themselves and their children. She would not ask for more. She would be afraid of more.