Page 135 of Ruling Scar
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Leanora laughs, her hair tickling my chest. “They’re happy.”
“I highly doubt that.”
She shoves my side.
“Fine, fine.” I grab her arms, pulling her in for a kiss. “Who am I to get in the way of love?”
I brush Leonora’s hair back. My hand cups her left cheek, my thumb tracing her scar.
“I know the truth about you, Elijah Zimin.”
“Is that right, Mrs. Zimin?”
My wife smiles bright. “You’re the biggest fucking hopeless romantic, I’ve ever met.”
I drag her in for a kiss. “Only when I’m with you.”
