He slides a finger down my cheek and pulls at my curl again. He smiles sweetly with nothing but adoration in his eyes. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this…” he says softly, “but I love you, Maeve Gallagher… always have, always will.”
I smile, completely caught off guard. I don’t know what to say. “And what about all those other women?” I tease.
He runs a finger through my hair. “That was me trying to forget you.”
“Is it working?”
He laughs. “Not at all.”
“You don’t need to forget me tonight,” I tell him. “I’m all yours.”
“And I’m yours.”
