Page 95 of A Highly Courageous Adventure
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But it is hollow. “No, no, you are humoring me.”
He grins at the accusation and tugs me toward him until I am sitting on his lap.
I blush.
So much for my daring.
“I really did propose first,” I insist a little breathlessly.
“Do you want to argue?” he asks, linking his fingers through mine. “Or do you want to enjoy the benefits of the newly betrothed? I know which I prefer but am eager to defer to your wishes.”
He is so close and so warm and so handsome in the morning light streaming in through the window, and my answer is not so much an answer as a prayer as I tighten my grip on his fingersand lean in for the kiss, and in seconds I am dizzy with passion and joy.
That ispreciselyhow all great adventures must begin.
