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Thank you for listening to my grand plans and ideas.
Thank you for smiling at me.
Thank you for making it so that my feet can’t touch the ground again.
You are a wonder, Miss Rose.
You fill my days with thoughts that make me smile, and you fill my nights with dreams that make me never want to wake.
No matter what happens in this life, you’ll always stay with me.
You and your nightingale’s voice. You and your sunshine smile.
Yours indefinitely,
Charlie King
Chapter Forty-Four
Eric watched Willow read the last letter for what had to be the third time.
Her eyes were wet with unshed tears and—man, she was so beautiful.
He swallowed hard and looked away. But seconds later, he found his gaze drawn back to her profile.
She sniffed, and he wrapped an arm around her. Only because it was cold out here, not because he was looking for an excuse to hold her in his arms again.
He flinched. Oh, who was he trying to fool?
He’d been touching her nonstop all morning. For any reason. Fornoreason. He just couldn’t seem to get close enough.
Forming an addiction to sweeping her up in his arms was too easy.
He’d been intrigued by Willow from the start, but the more time he spent in her company, the more she seemed to be in his blood. A vital part of him. It was…
Well, it was disturbing.
But also…undeniable.
She turned to him, and he saw her eyes widen at whatever she saw written on his face. He could only imagine.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and when her eyes fell to his lips, he nearly groaned aloud.
Did she feel it too?
Her gaze slid away, her cheeks flushing pink, and that hint of shyness had a surge of protectiveness sweeping through him.
He tightened his arm around her, tugging her even closer. He couldn’t seem to help himself. Everything about this morning had been entirely unexpected, but also…so strangely perfect. Even right now. It was cold out, yes, but huddled together like this, reading love letters…
“It’s so romantic,” Willow sighed.
And for half a second, Eric thought she was referring to them sitting here like this. He agreed. Wholeheartedly.
Which was insane, but true.
He liked this woman. A lot. And he had a hunch—or maybe just a hope—that she felt the same.
She tilted her head back to look at him, turning toward him, which put her face so close to his that he had an up-close view of the dimple that had always fascinated him. “It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”
