“All in, Franchesca. You and me.” She blew out a slow breath and stared at the ceiling. “What if we fuck it up?” He squeezed her hips. “I won’t let you.” She laughed. “Ass,” she said. He saw the shimmer of tears behind her long lashes. “I’m asking you to take me or leave me,” he told her. “You ever have this conversation with anyone else you dated?” she asked. He shook his head. “Not even close. You and me, Frankie.” “I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” she admitted, clutching her hand to her belly. He saw it then, the fear, the nerves. And he made the conscious choice to push the button. “I
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