“I can’t think of one,” he said. “Except that I love you. Now run, damn it, and jump to me.” She stared at him, shocked. “Now’s a fine time to tell me,” she finally managed to snap back. “I’ve been busy,” he growled. “I suppose you expect me to tell you I love you too.” “You could,” he agreed. “I’d much rather have you move your bloody arse and get over here and we can argue about the details later.” “Let me think about it.” He cursed, the words so foul she was impressed. “If you don’t move now you won’t have a chance to ever have a thought in your clever little brain again.” “You’re right,”
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