Page 59 of Dump Tackle My Heart

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And not just for now.

Not just for Thanksgiving.

Forever.

I’ll work for it.

Wait for it.

Fight for it.

Whatever it takes.

I’ll make her see I’m not going anywhere.

And as the storm rages outside, as the fire crackles low and the shadows dance across her beautiful face, I press a kiss to her temple and hold her even closer.

“I’m not letting you go,” I whisper into the quiet, knowing she won’t hear it.

Not tonight. Not ever.

Sleep comes easy for the first time in a long time, and I know it’s because of her.

I’m not worried about anything.

She’s warm and soft and in my arms.

This feels so right. Perfect. Comfortable.

I’m a little groggy but happy and in all the best ways.

Dani’s breath fans over my chest, her legs tangled with mine, her soft curves molded perfectly to my side like she was built for me—and yeah, shewas.

Last night wasn’t a dream.

Thank God.

The fire’s died down to glowing embers, but I don’t move.

Not yet.

Because this right here? Waking up with her in my arms?

This is everything. And I’m seriously contemplating the best way to maneuver so I can slide between her thighs and have myself a little breakfast when—BANG BANG BANG.

“WAKE UP, FUCKO! I come to rescue you!”

I bolt upright, nearly throwing Dani off me in the process.

“What the actual hell?” she mumbles, grumpy and adorable, pulling the blanket up over her bare chest.

More banging.

Now with the unmistakable growl of a snowplow backing up right outside.

I know that voice.

I know thatsmirkbehind it, too.

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