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“Quit?”

He nodded.

She shook her head. “I love the fact you’re a Marshal. It makes me feel safe, and—” her cheeks burned “—and law-abiding.”

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe, Florie, with every breath I take,” he whispered, kissing her again until she grew dizzy. Then he lifted her off the table. “Come on, my love.” He scooped her clothes off the floor. “Let’s go find that preacher before I have to arrest both of us.”

She ran a finger along his ribs. “Would we share the same cell?”

He pulled her to him. “Oh, you are going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

She shrugged, and he kissed her. Again and again and again.

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