"You're still planning to leave," Wyatt said, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice. Lillian looked up, her expression a mixture of resignation and regret. "I have to, Wyatt. The freight wagon leaves at noon tomorrow. What if there was another option?" He stepped further into the room, his hat in his hands and his heart in his throat.
"What other option could there be?" Lillian asked softly. "I've asked everywhere in town. No one needs a teacher, especially one with a baby." Wyatt took a deep breath. "You could marry me." Lillian froze, her eyes widening in shock. "What?
It's not as crazy as it sounds," Wyatt continued hurriedly. I have a good position at the rocking h and Mr. Henderson has offered us the foreman's cabin. It's twice the size of mine with an actual bedroom. You and Emma would be safe and in time perhaps you could start a small school for the ranch children and others nearby.
Lillian sank slowly onto the edge of the bed. Wyatt I I don't know what to say. This is so unexpected. I know it's sudden, he admitted. And I know we haven't known each other long, but I care about you and Emma.
I want to protect you both, give you a safe home. Protection and safety are important, Lillian said carefully. But marriage should be more than that. After my experience with Charles, I swore I'd never again enter a marriage without. She trailed off, color rising in her cheeks.
Without love, Wyatt finished for her. He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. I can't promise I love you yet, Lillian. I've spent too many years keeping people at a distance to know exactly what I feel, but I know I want you and Emma in my life. I know the thought of you leaving makes me feel hollow inside.
Maybe that's the beginning of love. Maybe with time it could grow into something more. Tears welled in Lillian's eyes. You're a good man, Wyatt Harmon. Better than I deserve after the mess I've made of my life.
You deserve happiness and security, Wyatt insisted. I want to provide that if you'll let me. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small package wrapped in brown paper. I bought this. It's not fancy, but Lillian unwrapped the package to reveal a simple silver band.
A ring, she whispered. If you accept, Wyatt clarified. If not, I understand. The offer of help still stands. I can arrange safer transportation to Riverton or somewhere else if you prefer.