He shrugged. “Dunno. Hadn’t thought that far ahead. Why?”
She opened his hand, placed the pink heart in the center of his palm then folded his fingers around it. “How would you feel about taking a drive to Niagara Falls?”
He grinned. “In February? The Falls are frozen over. There won't be much to do.”
“We could get married,” she said. “That is, if you still want me.”
He gaped at her, as if he didn’t believe what she’d said. “Did you mean what you told Greg? You really want out?”
She unfolded his fingers, raised the candy heart to his gaze.
For Keeps.
“I want you, Keenan Rossi. I want us. For keeps.”
A word from the author…
Over the years I’ve had the privilege to work at a number of challenging professions: malpractice investigator, forensic nurse examiner, victim advocate, and the best one of all: Nana to four precious gifts named Meredith, Ashlin, Owen, and Kieran.
The years I spent haunting emergency rooms, police interrogation cubicles, and criminal courts always manage to find their way into my author’s voice—even when I wish they’d stay in the closet. We cannot turn a blind eye to misogyny, apathy, and bigotry, which flourish still.
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