He looked so crestfallen that Allera might’ve loved another that I actually wanted to reassure him and deny it. But I couldn’t lie. I decided I respected him too much for that.
“She did,” I said, setting a hand on his shoulder.
Brentley looked up as if that news crushed him.
I slapped his arm. “But he died nearly a year ago, and I know she’d like to move on with a pleasant, amiable fellow who might offer her a good life and possibly even some children someday.”
Brentley blushed as his lips quivered into a smile. “You think?”
“I know,” I assured him. “I have every confidence you can make her happy.”
With a nod, my soon-to-be brother-in-law breathed in a lungful. “I’ll do everything in my power to do just that.”
“Then I’ll do everything in my power to assist you in your accomplishment
