Edward takes my free hand, entwining our fingers as he listens.
I smile at the gesture, taking a measure of comfort from the familiarity of it.
"Rose and I had opened the shop the year before – it was finally starting to do well, and we were all working hard. Randall..."
Sighing, I shake my head. "He came by every day, finally convincing me I'd earned a break. I let him take me out to dinner."
I give him a pointed look and a wry smile. "He swept me off my feet. Told me he loved me."
Edward squeezes my hand.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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