“Nothing much.” Joy finally turned, offering him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just wondering how we’re going to blend my country girl ways with your big city ways, I guess.”
Thomas patted the empty space beside him on the bed. “Come here, let’s talk about it.”
She obliged, crawling back into the warm cocoon of their bed, tucking her head under his chin. “I worry we’re just too different to make things work,” Joy told him as she snuggled up against him.
“Perhaps,” Thomas started, “but I don’t think we need to borrow trouble. You’ll get used to living in the city, and I’m sure we’ll be happy.”
“Promise me something, Thomas,” Joy said, her tone serious despite the lightness of their exchange.
“Anything.”
“Promise me we’ll always find a way to laugh, even when things get tough.”
“I will always do my best,” he said.
