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In answer, Conall half rose, scooped her from her seat and settled her across his lap as he sat down again. Dark eyes danced as he held her close. ‘Never, when you look at me like that, sweetheart.’
‘Smooth talker.’
He waggled his eyebrows. ‘Only with you, my love.’
Then his lips met hers and Greer kissed him with all the love in her heart. A love he returned unstintingly. Her husband showed her daily, in a thousand ways, how much he cared.
When Conall pulled back enough to meet her gaze his eyes were shining. ‘Later.’
She nodded. ‘Later.’
Then hand in hand, they rose and joined their friends.
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