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“I love you. We can go back home now.”

“Let’s stay here for a while. Let’s make Boston ours. And then after that, we will go home.”

WHENGIDEONPAYNEreturned home this time, he didn’t need a parade. And he didn’t need to hide in the darkness. This time he walked down the main street of town holding Rory Sullivan’s hand.

And he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they would all think she was a legend.

But he already knew that.

And best of all, so did she.

Rory Sullivan was his. And that was all the glory he would ever need.