When he winked, Miranda grinned. He was all the fun she would ever need. As he went to work with remarkable one-handed dexterity on the buttons down the centre of her sweater she answered his question in a way that made perfect sense to a woman whose childhood belief in happily-ever-after had been renewed.
‘That’s the thing about rescuing the princess from her ivory tower.’ She kissed his crooked smile. ‘Once he does, the hero of the story is kinda stuck with her after that.’
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