![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I kiss him then, like there isn’t someone reading one of the Bridgerton novels five feet away, like we’ve just found each other on a deserted island after months apart. That’s the best I could come up with, and I really fucking hope you say-” You let me love you as much as I know I can, for as long as I know I can, and you have it fucking all. We have a lot of fun being city people, and we’re happy. You work your way up at Loggia, and we’re both busy all the time, and down in Sunshine Falls, Libby runs the local business she saved, and my parents spoil your nieces like the grandkids they so desperately want, and Brendan probably doesn’t get much better at fishing, but he gets to relax and even take paid vacations with your sister and their kids. “I get another editing job, or maybe take up agenting, or try writing again. His gaze lifts, everything about it, about his face, about his posture, about him made up of sharp edges and jagged bits and shadows, all of it familiar, all of it perfect. “Nora Stephens,” he says, “I’ve racked my brain and this is the best I can come up with, so I really hope you like it.” ![]()
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