“Yes, I love your dimples. They’re the first thing I noticed about you. The first thing I want to see every day and the last thing I want to see every night.” Davin sucked in a breath as he knelt on one knee in the dirt road. His expression held hers, and emotion filled his voice. “I want to marry you, Emree Dutson, for all the right reasons. Images of you consume my everyday life. You are my future, every special moment I don’t want to forget, and all my dreams coming true. You’re not just a random girl at the Morreck Inn, the Promenade director, or a working-class woman in gray. You’re my
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Sobbing.
