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by Nora Roberts


  “It’s a very good deal.” She laid her hands on his cheeks. “Simon.”

  He pressed his lips to her right palm, then the left. “I love you.”

  “I know.” She slid into his arms. “It’s the best feeling in the world, knowing. And every time I look at that cabinet, put a glass in, take a bottle out, I’ll know it. It’s an incredible gift.”

  “It’s a trade.”

  “Of course.” She laid her lips on his, lingered.

  She was free, she thought, and she was loved. And she was home.

  “Let’s go tell the boys,” she murmured.

  “Right. I’m sure they’ll want champagne and cigars.” Still he took her hand to walk out. “Let’s make it fast. I’m starving.”

  He made her laugh, and that, she thought, was another very good deal.

 


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