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“You suppose?”

“It’s just such a big house for one person.”

“Well, now you have two extra people.”

He looked at her, his heart going tight, certainty taking hold of him.

Yeah.There were two other people.Living with her for the last couple months had been good.It had given him an immense feeling of peace.And having her there with Marjorie was … That was family.They were family.

He wanted her.

Yes, it was risky.Because if they tried, and they didn’t succeed, where would that leave this little family?

One thing he knew about her, the same thing he knew about himself, was that they fought to do the right thing.

They had done it over and over again where their siblings were concerned.They would do it for Marjorie too.

So maybe they didn’t need to hold back.Maybe he didn’t need to.

Maybe he could have this.

Her.In the way he’d always wanted.

The very idea made his blood run hotter.Faster.

Yeah.He loved this domestic life.But he wanted something more.He wanted to explore the passion he felt with her.The heat he felt simmering between them every time there was a quiet moment.Like this one.

He wanted to touch her.But somehow, he knew this wasn’t quite the right moment.

He could wait.Hell.He’d been waiting all this time.But one thing was sure.He wanted her.

And he was going to claim her.

Make her his wife.

God.

He loved her.

That realization was like an arrow being driven straight through his chest.

He loved her.

This wasn’t a crush.It wasn’t simple lust.

It had been her from the beginning.Every time he’d seen her.Even when she was angry at him.

It was her strength, her integrity, that drew him.Everything she was.

Her beauty called to his body.Everything she was called to his soul.

He had loved her all this time.

And now he just needed to wait for the right moment.The moment when she would be able to return his love.

CHAPTER13

Generally speaking, she was doing okay with her attraction to Clark.She did a decent job not remembering that moment in the hallway when he’d touched her cheek.She had dinner with him, picnics, she talked to him about the future—though somehow they never discussed when she was going to move out—and she managed not to imagine what it would be like to kiss him.