Penelope beamed. “A quiet life in northern England sounds like heaven.” She held out her left hand. “John, I would love nothing more than to marry you. I don’t know how it happened so quickly, but I love you too.”
Slipping the engagement ring onto her finger, John grinned. Pure joy fused the old scars marring his soul. Amazing, but Penelope healed him, made him a whole man again. He slid an arm about her waist, and, proper or otherwise, tugged her close. “Is this madness?” he asked.
“Perhaps.” A slow smile stretched across her tempting lips. “Or a bit of magic, but I think madness is necessary while falling in love.”
She tilted her head back and he claimed her mouth in a possessive—thoroughly scandalous—kiss.
The entire ballroom cheered. It was Valentine’s Day after all.
The End
Books By Melissa Lynne Blue
Forget Me Not
Light to Valhalla
Bewitched
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