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“Me too.” Rafe kissed her forehead.
A sudden seriousness fell between them. Maggie tilted her head, searching his face. “So, what do we do now?”
Rafe considered her, the afternoon light glinting in his eyes. “What do you want to do?”
Her answer came without hesitation. “Get married.”
He blinked, surprise flickering across his features before he suppressed a grin. “Whoa! Married? Who said anything about getting married?”
Maggie cocked a brow. “Remember when I joked I’d leave you at the hospital doorstep? I can do that now, Rafe Marshall.”
Rafe laughed, then gently, he drew her close. “I’m kidding. Of course, we’ll get married. I want you to move in with me, before we get married though.”
“I’d love that.” Maggie rose on tiptoe and kissed him softly.
Rafe deepened the kiss, and Maggie responded with a soft moan, her arms tightening around his neck.
He broke away at last, smiling into her eyes. “For now, let’s go home. I think we have some time to make up for.”
“Sounds good,” she said, laughter dancing in her voice. “But this time, it’s my ride, cowboy.”
Rafe groaned playfully, then offered his hand. Maggie took it, and together they walked from the warm shadows of the barn into the afternoon light, driving off toward the place Maggie had always yearned for—home, with Rafe.
* * * The End * * *
