“Certainly,” he answered. “Truth be told, I doubt she is in any hurry. Better to choose right than choose quickly.”

Easier said than done, and frankly he would rather think less about any of her future husbands rather than more. Much as he had disliked their former in-laws, at least he didn’t grieve her last husband after how dismissive he had been.

Thank Allah she didn’t care about religion; that spared him trying to keep one lie straight.

“Ah, good. There’s a Jewish fellow I’d trust with my life. Very quiet, very humble, and a giant of a man to boot.”

Well, from what he knew anyway. Menachem had never given him trouble.

He glanced to the ring in her hand. Leaned against the counter.

“Had to be careful not bending them on the way here.”