Page 82 of The Sinner's Touch

His eyes narrowed.

“We got married on February third. Ask me again on February third, and I might say yes, if you’ve done a proper job of wooing your wife, who you forgot about.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“No, Kincaid. You aren’t.”

He lunged, rolling them both so she landed on her backside.

“Well, then, Mrs. Kincaid, I’ll spend the rest of our lives doing my best to make it up to you.”

He kissed her, and a peace settled over Angel.

She’d found her way home, and she wasn’t ever going to take it for granted.

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