Once it sank in, she realized Walter must’ve told him about her problem. “You?” she said. It came out sounding like an accusation. “You have a problem with that?” “No, of course not,” she sputtered. “It’s just—” She paused. He really was too handsome for his own good, with that dark hair and blue eyes that could only be described as startling. “He could be a movie star with those good looks,” her mother had said when she’d seen a picture of him in his football uniform in the school yearbook. He’d been captain of the team as well as class president. Unfortunately, Frannie had never watched him play football. She’d spent her free time working. And when she’d learned he’d been accepted to Duke University, she’d envied him, because it was the same week she had decided to quit school and take a full-time job. She’d be a nervous wreck if she had to pretend to be married to him. “You just don’t look the type,” she said. “What type?” “The . . .
