CHAPTER SIX - MOVING ON
"Wayne, you know I'll be okay, right?"
"Not a chance, Grace. I'm never letting you out of my sight again." He kissed her forehead, which she loved almost as when he kissed her lips.
"I just don't know why we're paying for two separate apartments. You're over here every night."
"Don't you want me here?" He asked. He seemed hurt by her comment.
"Of course I do. I just .... we should use that extra money for things we might need..."
"Like?"
"I don't know. There's lots of things to save money for. Retirement, marriage, children, a beach house ... "
Rigsby was beaming. Grace had always been the commitment freak. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with her, all he had to do was wait for her to feel the same.
"I just think it's something we should consider. But only if you want to. I mean, I'd be okay by myself. I think I can handle it."
"I couldn't handle it." Rigsby confessed.
This time, it was Grace who kissed his forehead. She nuzzled close to her teddy bear of a boyfriend, and almost immediately, she was asleep. Neither of them would ever know if they could handle a night alone.