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“I am not damned, Cinderella.” She grumbled, wrapping her hands around his neck.
“You have the precinct practically eating out of my hands with your very generous gifts. And what if I wanted to be the only cop there drinking excellent coffee?”
“I believe in spreading the good fortune around.” He brushed his lips against her glossy ones, surprised she had sprung for lipstick. “And you were complaining that people were crowding into your tiny office to get a taste.”
“Ah yes, I did say that.” Her expression turned dreamy. “I love you so damn much.”
His eyes darkened. “We could skip the function and stay home.”
She shook her head. “We have the rest of the night.” Going on her toes, she whispered something in his ear that had him jolting, his face turning a slight shade of red.
Clearing his throat, he dug his fingers into her waist. “Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner we make it back, so that you can do…” He swallowed the lump in his throat and had her laughing. “You, wonderful and marvelous witch. My love, my heart, my soul.”
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