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Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” Surprise tinged with hurt bloomed in my chest.

“That bad?” From what I remembered, our first meeting had been fairly standard. I’d said a total of two words to him. “No.” The word was a rough caress against my skin. “That good.”

“Well, you just called our friends’ children little terrors, so…” Her voice held a teasing note.

“Yes, but that won’t be our child.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t, Mr. I Don’t Believe in Love.”

“It is real.” He pressed his mouth to the base of my throat. “And if it isn’t, I’ll find a way to make it real.” His kisses burned a path up my neck to my mouth. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Stella.”

“You should captain a boat more often.” I stretched, luxuriating in the sunshine. “It’s sexy.”

“Careful how you finish that sentence, Harper.”

“Careful how you finish that sentence, Harper.”

“She’s not here.”

Once upon a time, I hadn’t believed in love.

Now, I realize that love was the last piece that’d been missing in the puzzle of my life.

With it, I was finally whole.

“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.”

I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”