Page 129 of Cooking Up a Christmas Storm

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‘I’ve never been there.’

‘I know.’ Had she misjudged this? ‘I mean we don’t have to.’

Pavel wrapped his arms around her. ‘No. I think I’d like that. I just wish I’d gone with him when I was younger.’

‘Can’t fix that,’ she pointed out.

‘You’re right.’ He smiled. ‘To Warsaw, my darling.’

‘Your darling?’

‘My darling. Always.’

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