Page 75 of The Billionaire's Cinderella

He studies me long and hard, his expression knowing, compassionate. “I hope you don’t think there’s any connection between how much he loved you and how much I love you,” he says quietly.

I duck my head and don’t answer. He’s hitting way too close to home for my liking.

“Because my loving you is its own thing,” he continues. “It’s gotten bigger and brighter every day. Matter of fact, you’re going to get sick of me loving you so hard.”

That unlikely image makes me laugh. “Big words.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says without missing a beat. “You’ve probably maxed out on loving me already. Haven’t you?”

I freeze, getting his point. Isn’t there a kids’ book about the distance to the moon and back? A song about mountains not being high enough? The way I feel right now? I could live a million years and never have enough time or energy to stop loving this man. My fiancé. Soon to be my husband.

God, what an amazing word.

Husband.

“I’ll never max out on loving you,” I tell him.

“Exactly.” His lips curl into a smile as he pulls me in for another kiss. “Now you’re starting to get it, sunshine.”

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