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My head is feverishly nodding. “Yes, I know.”

“Because I couldn’t have you, not while you hated me still. You know I had to get you to love me, because of me and not that guy, right?”

“You’re both though, aren’t you?”

“I like to think I’m more of one than the other.” He blows out a breath. “You said once that you wished you were the first person someone went to. I wanted to be that person for you.”

“You were,” I rear back and correct myself. “Are.”

He shakes his head. “You’re not just the first one for me, you’re the only one.”

I lift one hand up to my hair, smoothing it down and pulling a single curl tight, his eyes watching the encounter, pupils dilating. “So, when I emailed Cedric last night saying I enjoyed working with him and that I was going to miss him—”

“It broke the last thread of control I had.”

“Oh.”

“Are you okay?”

I nod, shaky and a little unsure, and a whole lot obsessed with this man.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I think you love me. Maybe as much as I love you.”

A ratcheting breath leaves his chest, and I feel it in my blood. “Let’s be honest here, we both know it’s more.”

A smile pulls at my lips. I very, very much doubt that.

“You retired from your day job today.”

“I did.”

“What are you going to do with all this extra free time?”

“I was hoping a certain artist would let me move her book club meetings up to daily ones. And maybe read a little less vampires and a lot more dinosaurs.”

“Sounds excellent to me.”

He leans in to kiss me, and I pause just before our lips can touch. “You know that book where the children's book illustrator and the author fall in love?”

“I do.”

“And do you remember what they do after?”

“No,” he smiles, “you’ll have to remind me.”

I happily do, stretching high to plant a soft, slow kiss on his lips.

Fletcher Harding had no other goals for his future other than to do everything in his power to keep Flora Anderson in it.

Thirty-five

Wordoftheday:redamancy

Definition:the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

“Can you just pretend for us?”