He stopped. If he died, would he want her death, even if it meant his loneliness. He would want her to live on, find happiness, even if it meant another man. A growl ripped from his throat and he looked up, startled. Okay, so thinking about her with other men would be something he would never think of again. "I understand your point. I may not like it, and I make no promises to live on if you were taken from me. But I will respect your wishes."

"Then you'll also respect my wishes for you to continue living, find another woman and find happiness again." She moved closer to...