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You may kiss the bride. Simon grabbed her with almost desperate arms, his mouth crashing down on hers with a force that drew a collective gasp from the small assemblage of guests.
If they’re laughing now, they’ll probably be laughing forever.”
“I suspect you see a great deal,” she muttered, “and ignore at least half of it.”
Then he closed his eyes and faked sleep for the better part of three hours. Daphne stared at him. Hard. He was faking it. With seven siblings, she knew every trick in the book, and Simon was definitely not asleep.
faker faker
Her eyes met his, and he said, “I’ll be your blanket.”
“Oh, Simon,” she gasped, “it is so perfectly splendidly wonderful to be the object of such irrational jealousy. Thank you.”
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