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Chapter 24: More Than Anything Else

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“I love you Vance,” I whispered, closing my eyes, feeling completely safe and full. “So much.”

“I love you more than anything in this whole world,” he answered, his voice deep and soft, vibrating right against my cheek as I rested my head on his chest. He kept me held tight against him, one arm never leaving my waist, his hand staying warm and heavy right over my stomach, right where I could still feel him deep inside me, warm and safe and ours.

The engine purred quiet and
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