She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. “It’s a lovely gift, but it no longer pertains.”
“I thought you’d gotten past your guilt about your friend.”
“I have.” She smiled up at him. “But my heart no longer leads me to the barn. It leads me to you.”
He bent down and swept her off her feet. “And that, Mrs. Wade, is the way it should be.”
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