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Her heart tripped and then raced. “How close, Luke?” she asked. “How close do you want to be?”
He stepped forward, stopping just short of touching her. “In the same bed,” he said, his voice low, sensual, full of the erotic promise of the past. “Reading a book by your side—for the rest of my life, Katie.” Finally, he reached for her, the touch charging through her senses, pure bliss, like coming home when she’d been lost.
“I love you, too, Luke,” she said, slipping into his arms. “I love you so much. It destroyed me to leave you.”
“I’m here now,” he promised. “And I’m here to stay.”
“Kiss me,” she ordered, hungry for a taste of him. “Kiss me and then let’s go to bed and sleep all day.”
“Sleep?” he challenged.
She cast him a mischievous smile. “That’s code for pass the whipped cream, please.”
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