Page 112 of Meet Me at the Fudge Shop

“We do indeed. So would you bring all manner of chaos and joy into my life and become my wife?”

“Hmm. I need to think about it.” She grinned and gave him a wink. “Just kidding. Of course I will. Under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” He leaned down, drew his fingers through her silky hair, and nipped at her lips.

“You finally admit that I was right about your fudge being boring.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “I guess if that’s what it takes to finally end this feud, then I’ll do it. For the good of our families.”

“And for the good of us.”

“Yes.” He sobered. “Because I will choose the good of us first, always. I promise you that, Lil.”

“I promise that too,” she whispered.

Declan cupped Lily’s face in his hands, his touch gentle and reverent. He gazed into her eyes, seeing his future reflected in their depths. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft and sweet and filled with assurance.

Lily’s eyes fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on his chest. The world around them faded away as the kiss deepened, a tender exploration that was just the beginning of things to come.

Summer on Jonathon Island had never felt so perfectly delicious.

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