Satisfaction Page 34
by Thea Devine
He reached across the tabletop and took her hand. Took her in marriage one more time for better or worse, took her to the place where the past and present were wholly redeemed and nothing could ever stand in their way.
It wasn't a question of could he love her—he had, for longer than he had been aware; he did.
Emily pushed at him gently. Otvwwwww. Me too.
And he said, "I love you. I do."
