Page 148 of An Inconceivable Deception
It was true. He had always been perfect — this smart, hard-working, decent man. How could she ever have been ashamed to go to her family and tell them she’d fallen in love with him? Finn’s limp might be a nuisance to him, but it was nothing at all to her — except as it caused him discomfort.
“You still are,” Rose confessed. “Perfect, I mean, for me.”
Finn’s quick intake of breath proved that he’d still had his doubts.
At her words, he pulled her into an embrace, there in middle of one of Fannie Farmer’s cookery classrooms.
Without thinking, she melted against him, letting his arms encircle her.
Inclining his head, Finn claimed her lips, and she helped by tilting slightly so their mouths fit even more closely. They both ignored the gasps of onlookers.
A familiar tingle sizzled through Rose’s body and down her limbs, a sensation of which she would never tire. And upon her tongue was the delectable taste of ginger. Warm, spicy, with a little biting edge and a perfect amount of sweetness — exactly like their love.
The End
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