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Losing it for real this time.
Because I thought I’d loved Gianni . . .
How wrong I’d been.
“Don’t let me go,” I hiccoughed.
“Never.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “I’ll never let you go.”
A fresh set of tears burst from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. I forced myself to pull back, just enough so that I could look at him.
I traced his brow, his cheek, his jaw, the shell of his ear. “You might let me go when I tell you the truth.”
“The truth,” he murmured. “The truth about what?”
I took a deep breath. “That I can’t have children, Declan. I’m infertile.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Hot Spring
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I stared into his eyes after I admitted the truth to him.
He said nothing, he just continued to hold me. His gaze was unyielding.
“Say something,” I blurted out when the silence became unbearable.
His hands reached up to cradle my cheeks. “I love you.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“I love you.”
“You can’t love me.”
“Why can’t I?”
“For the reason I just said.”
His expression morphed from tenderness to intensity. “I do love you. And I don’t care that you’re infertile.”
“Declan, stop,” I begged. “You don’t mean it.”
“I don’t?”
I shook my head, my hands going to his wrists, gently squeezing and tacitly asking him to let me go.
“You can’t love me,” I said again.
“Explain that to me, because I’m sure that I do.”
“But how?” I blinked. “We’ve only known each other . . .”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks,” I agreed. “You can’t possibly . . .”
