Dallas was holding my hand. He was holding my hand as he said, “You told me you were a little in love with me, do you remember?” How could I forget? “But I wouldn’t use ‘little’ to describe what I feel for you, Diana. I think you know that already.” It was my turn to blink. I squeezed our palms together. “So I’m not imagining it?” I pretty much whispered. “No, baby, you’re not.” Dallas squeezed my fingers between his. I dropped about four F-bombs in my head as I stood there, not trusting my words. Or his. And he must have known that because he didn’t wait for me to open my mouth. “I’m your
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