When we pulled up to the diner I’d told him about, he smiled softly. “And here’s your diner, baby.” “My diner?” “HEAT bought it an hour ago. You needed the fries and ice cream.” My heartbeat quickened as my jaw dropped, and I glanced again at the window. Inside, I saw my mother and Tonya smiling with a sign that read Let’s get married again. I turned to him with tears in my eyes. “Declan …” “You wanted ice cream and fries, right?” His brow was furrowed as he squeezed my hand. “Yes …” I whispered. “Good. Because my wife gets what my wife wants.” “No, yes to marrying you. Over and over. Forever
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