"I’ll wait.” Maisy’s chin was held high as she said the words, but it trembled, betraying her emotional turmoil.
Rick groaned, “Maisy, you’re young, you’re beautiful, you’re kind… any guy would be lucky to date you. Find someone else.”
“I don’t want someone else. I love you, Rick, and I know you have feelings for me,” Maisy insisted.
“That doesn’t matter, I have a very dangerous job and I don’t want you to grieve me if I get killed,” He declared.
“So, you think by just ignoring how we feel, that I won’t be sad if you die… that… that… that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.” She huffed. “I’m not afraid to love you.”