Page 98 of Shadows in Calusa Cove
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"My mom was right about you." He kissed her hard, ignoring the fact that their parents were standing right there. And honestly, she didn’t care. There was a time and a place, and this was certainly the time.
Behind them, the Glades settled into its nighttime rhythm. Something moved in the moat and bellowed. Dolly, most likely, doing her slow circuit.
The stars held their position overhead, indifferent and endless.
Dove rested her head on Trent’s chest and closed her eyes.
Calusa Cove. Mallor's Landing. The ditch with ambition, and the man who'd named his alligators. The land that had started to feel, against all reasonable expectation, like the first place she'd ever chosen on purpose.
This was home.
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