Kaja Salsman

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His arms looped around my waist, lifting me off the ground. “Miss me?” “Always.” I lifted my face for a kiss. We’d decided to keep the marriage conversation between us for now, but it was all I could think about. This man with the wicked sense of humor and the heart of gold was coming home with me—would always come home with me. Adam was all mine.
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