“Have we made up, cara?” Justine bit her lip and stared at his chin. She’d always believed in redemption. That everyone deserved a second chance. How could she deny him forgiveness when he’d done all this for her? When he’d confessed his true feelings? She looked up. “It seems we have. You love me, after all.” “And you still love me?” “I still love you.” That earned her a quick kiss on the mouth. She leaned back to meet his eyes. “Are you certain you won’t miss being the most fearsome man in New York City?” He gathered her close and held her tight to his chest. “Absolutely not. And while I
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