“Do you think you’ll ever come to love me?” he asked. The hope in his voice made its way into her soul. It wasn’t really a question she had to scramble for an answer to. John was an intriguing man, a generous man, and the thought of not being married to him was something she couldn’t bear to consider. Perhaps that meant she loved him. “I think it’s too late for that.” His brows dipped, and a frown line crossed his forehead. “What do you mean?” “It means that I already love you.” She wondered if her heart might leap straight from her chest. John kissed her then. Not everything was perfect in
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