“Pippa.” He dips his head to catch my eyes, and his fingers come to my chin, tilting my face up to his. “I don’t think you understand.” His eyes are steady, warm, kind, and serious. “Anything you want, songbird? It’s yours. Where you’re concerned, money is no object, because making you happy is worth it.” I shouldn’t love this. I’m not a material person, and money isn’t important. Jamie being generous and wanting to please me, though? It makes me melt. “I’m buying you the dress, and you’re not going to argue. I’m going to buy you more things, and you won’t argue about those, either.” His eyes
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