Brenda Williamson wanted to marry him? How marvelously convenient. She flushed. “I didn't think it was that funny.” Marius wiped the corners of his eyes. “No, you're right,” he said politely. “Forgive me. I forget how blunt American women are. You surprised me.” She rushed to explain. “I haven't fallen in love with you. I'm offering you an arranged marriage: a chance to get your green card.” Of course. What else could it be? He watched her carefully, to gage her response. “Why?” “Your student visa is expiring. If you marry me, you can become a permanent resident.” He shook his head. “No,” he said clearly. “I don’t need it. My student visa was extended.” Brenda felt oddly letdown. “But it will expire eventually.” “Yes, and there are other ways to become a permanent resident. Thank you, very much for your offer, though. You have a tender heart.” “You’re turning me down?” No doubt she’d thought he would jump at her offer like a starving dog for bone.
