Swept Away: A Small Town Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 3)
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The audience erupted into applause. Cheering and screaming and calling her name. Harry stood, beaming at her and she threw herself into his arms. He picked her up and spun her around and damned if the whole theater didn’t go wild.
“I’m probably getting makeup and sweat all over your gorgeous suit,” she said as he put her down.
“I don’t care.” Harry cupped her face and kissed her. “Say it so I can hear it,” he said when he pulled away. “Tell me you’re gonna be my wife.”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll be your wife!”
Harry gave her the most wonderful smile, one that said he loved her and she loved him and she was hers and he was his and then he bent to pick the microphone up from the ground. “She said yes!” he cried and the audience cheered. Before he knew it, the curtain came down and he and Willow were surrounded by a throng of dancers and well wishers, so many people it would have been easy to get separated by all the hugs and congratulatory pats on the back.
But no matter how many awkward handshakes he accepted and one armed hugs she had to give, Harry kept his arm wrapped firmly around Willow’s shoulders. Kept her right at his side, true to his word that from this point forward, there would be nothing between them.
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