"How about this. If I turn up at home tomorrow, I'll fly you out and have you pinned against the wall before you've even shaken off the rain," Declan teases, brushing at the tears with his thumb.
"And then I'll cart you off to my bed and not let you out for a week. How's that for a promise?"
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"And then I'll cart you off to my bed and not let you out for a week. How's that for a promise?"