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This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. “Penelope Sheehan, I love you more than the sunrise over the ocean, more than freedom. I would die, willingly, to keep you from a moment’s pain. I promise you the full strength of my back and spirit in our shared journey, all the days of our lives. I will never forsake or betray you. I am yours to my last breath.” Tru took her hands in his and brushed each palm in gentle reverence, and then he took her mouth in an utterly carnal kiss. Dual promises of both respect and desire.
She took a breath on “Penelope Sheehan, I love you more than the sunrise over the ocean, more than freedom. I would die, willingly, to keep you from a moment’s pain. I promise you the full strength of my back and spirit in our shared journey, all the days of our lives. I will never forsake or betray you. I am yours to my last breath.” Tru took her hands in his and brushed each palm in gentle reverence, and then he took her mouth in an utterly carnal kiss. Dual promises of both respect and desire.
She took a breath once they sat back. Although shimmering with nerves, her voice didn’t waver. “You woke me up, Tru, like I wasn’t finished until I found you again. Only with you am I whole, a woman capable of giving and receiving love. You made me believe I could be more, and I will spend my life working to make you as happy as you make me.”
“I take you as my wife,” he said softly. “From this day forward.”
“I take you as my husband, from this day forward.” Her echoed words gave him a pleasurable little chill.
That definitely needed to be sealed with a kiss. There were no witnesses, but in this world, their promise—their kiss—was enough. To again have someone who belonged to him . . . dizzying.
Mine. Oh, Pen.
“I have something for you. For us.” Tru fumbled in his bag.
“A present?” Her tone was joyful, matched by a broad smile.
The Orchid probably didn’t receive many gifts. People might assume that nothing they possessed was good enough. That had to suck.
“I suppose . . . more of a wedding gift.” He found the matching leather bracelets he’d crafted during the long nights at the mission.
The work was primitive, not high quality, and certainly not on par with old-world wedding rings. But her expression lit up when he reached for her wrist to fasten the small ornament.
“You made this for me?”
He nodded. “I didn’t know if this day would come. But . . . I hoped, even when it didn’t make sense.”
“Hope doesn’t.” She gazed down at her arm as if he’d wreathed her in shining jewels. Then she took the other bracelet from him and bound it around his arm, symbolic of the promises they’d made. The circle, likewise, representing a love without end.
The future was uncertain.
But tonight? He would make love to his wife. Tru flashed a series of images at her, opening himself completely, and she responded with a siren’s smile.
“If the lady has no objections?”
“She has none. In fact, I’d go so far as to say she’s eager.”
“No headache? I’ve heard sex is a good cure. Natural endorphins.”
“It’s still there,” she admitted. “But you make it better. You make everything better. You always did.” ...more

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