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“We were meant to find each other again. I don’t care if that’s sappytosay.”
Tears pricked behind her eyes. “It’s not sappy. It’s the kind of sweet I…I…I never thoughtI’dhave.”
“No crying, babe. Not until the weddingtomorrow.”
“I don’t cry atweddings.”
“There was a lot you didn’t do before youmetme.”
Wasn’t that the truth. She looped her arms around his neck. “Okay, then, Parry. Better pack tissues, because I’ll be yourplus-one.”
“For thewedding?”
“Yep.”
“And thesailingtrip.”
“Yep.”
“Andschool?”
“Tell me more about SanDiego…”
