“Let’s get married.”    
    Trinity Davis gaped at her best friend. “Omar, you can’t be serious. I just came over to vent, not for you to suggest some harebrained idea.”
    Okay, not completely true. She did want a solution to her problem, but not that. Never that. She still had nightmares of standing in white all alone at the altar. Ever since that humiliating event—one that should have been the happiest day of her life—she’d steered clear of romance.
    Besides, marriage wouldn’t give her a new job. Wouldn’t provide the health insurance she so desperately—
    Okay, so Omar did solve that dilemma with his absurd suggestion.
    “Look, Trinity. Bluebonnet is a small town. What are the odds of you finding another job here? Would you want to move away just to find one?”
    She frowned, hating his sound logic.
    “You can’t mess around with your health. You need insurance.” His lips turned downward, and his goatee shifted with the movement. “Your insulin has to cost a pretty penny.”
    Another strike for logic. “They’re offering me a plan where I’d only have to pay the premiums.” Being a Type 1 diabetic meant going without insulin was not an option. Granted, she’d almost had a heart attack at the price of the insurance.
    “And how can you afford that if you have no job?”
    It was like Omar could read her mind, which was certainly possible considering they’d been friends for over twenty years. “I don’t know.” She shrugged, trying to keep her emotions at bay. Being laid off had never entered her thoughts as a possibility. “If I want to keep paying rent, something has to give.” She stuffed down a sigh as she mentally calculated her lack of income and growing expenses.
    “Exactly.” Omar sat back, giving the porch swing a gentle push. He sipped his sweet tea as if he’d done his job for the day and solved the world’s problems.