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And so, for as long as she’s here, for as long as she’s mine, yes, I’ll anchor us. It would be my pleasure. My honor.
After placing the mugs on the coffee table, she pats the cushion next to her. “Come sit with me.” Because her wish is, and likely will always be, my command, I cross over to the sofa and sit down.
I won’t just be Juliet Sanderson anymore. I’ll be Cody’s Juliet, and I think maybe I’ll want to die if I ever have to be less than that.