Lark couldn’t help it. She lifted her hand as if to rub at her mouth again, her nerves continuing to buzz like a livewire, her stomach twisting into a double-knot. Could it be? Had David really planned all of this as some sort of elaborate apology? With her fingers flitting against her lips, she tried to hide her smile from Leo. Because she’d figured it out, hadn’t she? It was him. He’d come for her. He loved her, and he was here to prove it.
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