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Will helped me into my coat. “Listen, I have teenage daughters, two hopefully-someday adopted school-age daughters, and a future sister-in-law who might just be a little unhinged. What I need is a rock.”

My stomach jumped. “What did you say?”

He guided me to the door. “What part?”

“The part about adopted daughters and Reese being your future sister-in-law.”

“Oh,” Will said. “Just figures of speech.”

My jaw fell open. “None that I’ve ever heard!”

Will pulled me into his arms. “Okay fine. How’s this? You’re my everything. My sun, my moon, my stars.” He bent down, pressing his forehead to mine. “And someday, in the not so distant future, I want to marry you. If you’ll have me.”

Before I could speak, Will Archer kissed me, sending sparks cartwheeling through me.

“Better?” Will asked.

The man who didn’t believe in marriage now talking about us being married? It was what I wanted too. I knew without a trace of doubt. Still, I couldn’t let him see that right away. That would ruin the fun.

“Better,” I said. “And I’ll think about it.”

Will laughed, his arm around my shoulder, and we stepped outside together, into the starry night.

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