Page 173 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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My head falls against his chest. Thud-thud-thud. His heart gallops under my ear. Or is it mine?
He walks around and sinks into his chair, holding me.
"Sinclair."
"Hmm?"
"I love you too."
A chuckle rumbles up his chest. "I know, Bird."
"You’re still a jerk."
