“You mean you want me to visit your grandfather again?” “Well, that’s part of it,” he said, not quite meeting her gaze. “I’ll be glad to visit him, but—” “We have to get married.” He said those words calmly, in a normal tone of voice, as if what he said made sense. She stared at him. “What did you say?” “I said we have to get married.” She sank down onto the lumpy sofa, not sure her legs would hold her any longer. “That’s—that’s ridiculous.” “Yeah.” That was all, just that one laconic word, as if his bizarre statement didn’t need any more comment. Slowly, she extended her hand, the one that held the check. “I think you’d better take this and go, Mr. Lowery.” “And break an old man’s heart?” he asked softly, staring at her.