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"Holly McGregor, will you marry me and be my Mrs.
" I sucked in my breath and held it, obeying. Anticipation spread throughout my limbs.
" My gaze slowly returned to him.
Then I was whimpering while he plied my mouth with his, his hands alternating between warming my cheeks and holding me to him.
"Yes, honey. Just like that.
Does he love you like I love you?" Every bit of my resolve shattered at that look.
I'll move you out this week.