“She reached up with a trembling hand and touched his brow now, rubbing that crease. “You’re really here,” she murmured.
“Yes, baby.” He wrapped his hand around hers at his temple and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them.
“You bought me.” She was pretty sure she’d confirmed that fact with him a dozen times already, but he didn’t seem annoyed.
“I rescued you the only way I could, Gianna.” His patience was unwavering.”
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Becca Jameson,
Marigold
