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She wrinkled her nose.

“I don’t want to lose what I found—what we found.”

“Okay, Mr. Nice Guy, I’ll stay.” She shrugged. “Because I love you too.”

“I know.”

She laughed. “Whatever. Besides, I already told Penelope I’d help do research for her podcast.”

He shook his head, grinning. Wow, she smelled good, all velvety and molded to him in his arms, like she’d been made for him, and he for her.

It’d just taken them this long to find each other.

“Where do we go from here?” she said softly.

“I think you should kiss me,” he said.

“So bossy.” But she lifted herself up and pressed her mouth to his. Sweetly, tasting of frosting and what-ifs and the tomorrows he could already see.

The back door opened, and Stein stuck his head in. “Are you coming already? Sheesh—you’re not going to make us dig this rink all by ourselves, are you?”

Jack let her go. “Right behind you.” He looked down at Harper. “By the way, you still owe me a hundred bucks. Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook.”

And as she laughed, he swooped her up and carried her out the door and into the gorgeous, starry, magical night.

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