Ranger cupped my cheek, his head drifting closer until our breaths tangled. “Ten. Nine. Eight,” the crowd chanted along with the TV. “Seven. Six. Five.” His gaze lowered to my mouth. “And what about your husband?” he rumbled. “Are you afraid to kiss him?” My inhale sliced into my lungs. “Four. Three.” There was no question because there was no doubt. At every turn, Ranger had proved I could count on him. To help me. To protect me. To take care of me. And now, to promise a happy ending. I slid my arms around his neck. “No.” “Two. One.” His mouth lowered, mine lifted, and for the first time, I
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