“Like a drink?”

Without waiting for me to answer she handed me a beading glass. I took a sip. “The good stuff. And in the wedding glassware, no less.”

“I thought you deserved something special after the day you had.” She gentled the back of my neck like I was a skittish horse. “My man.”

I took another drink. “It feels strange. It’s nice to be recognized, but still.”

“You deserve it. I always knew your day would come. Now the world knows what I knew the day I met you.”

“And that is?”

She shrugged, smiling down at me.


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