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“Good thing I’m all yours, then,” she whispered, her emerald gaze full of mischief.

He gave a low growl. “Yes, you are.”

Their lips met again, deep and slow, the kind of kiss that promised forever.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Izzy’s voice rang out from up ahead.

Pat groaned, resting his forehead against Jasmine’s.

She laughed. “Come on, we’d better catch up.”

“You know this means you owe me later,” he growled.

She leaned up and whispered, “I can’t wait.”

Then, hand in hand, they walked into their sun-filled future.