“I don’t ever plan to remarry.”

He didn’t have to make up this whole story for her. So they weren’t a match in the love department. The idea that Graham would never remarry was crazy.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. It’s not like we were on a date.”

“I know. But I’m telling you, I wouldn’t be anyway. I’m really never getting remarried.”

Graham definitely seemed the type to marry and grow old with someone. Lucy could picture him having more kids, finding a stepmom for Mattie. The girl would love it. Maybe having a mom again would take away some of Mattie’s serious nature and let her be a kid.

What would keep Graham from considering marriage again?

“Was your marriage…that bad?” Graham’s frown told her what she already knew—she shouldn’t have asked.

“No. It was that good.”

Ouch. Why did those words sting? She hardly knew this man. She’d been in town two weeks, and yet his response made her feel as if she’d been shoved from a moving car.

This had nothing to do with her. Then why did it feel as though it did?