“You’re a horrible, heartbreaking old man, Gus Westman.”
A smile pulled at his lips. “I am. But you love me, right?”
She inched back, sniffling and blinking the tears from her long lashes. “Against my better judgment, but …”
“But?” He grinned.
Her lips fought for a tiny bit of hope with the slightest curl. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Yesss …” He beamed, kissing her until he felt certain the only thing holding her up was his arms around her waist.
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