19 Chapter 19

“Call me Edith,” she said.

“And call me John, I don’t want to feel like an old man.” Edith giggled. John Schwartz was five eleven to Edith’s five four. John’s hair was salt and pepper and he had black eyes. You could tell where Chase got his looks. Edith had the same sandy blond hair and green eyes that first attracted Rowan.

Rowan mixed Edith a tequila sunrise and John a Manhattan and they sat down on the sunporch to pick at the antipasto, crackers, and cheese laid out on the glass and wrought-iron table.

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It wasn’t until they hit the dinner table that Edith spotted the rings. “Chase, do you have something to tell me?” Edith asked in a tone that always made him feel like a recalcitrant schoolboy.

Rowan wrapped his arms around Chase’s waist. “We wanted to wait until dessert but you caught us out. I asked Chase to marry me.”