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Please kiss me

Merry lifted her face, closed her eyes. An act of faith. Faith that Lucas was the guy she’d known, from boy to man. Bossy, infuriating, even arrogant. But not a man who would let her down.

She felt the whisper of a breath, then firm lips pressed to hers.

Thank you.

Lucas smelled of soap and spice and salt air. For that fraction of a second, she was warm, despite the brisk northerly wind coming down off the hills behind.

Then he pulled back. Merry’s focus cleared from the odd haze in front of her eyes—must be sea spray—and she saw her father beaming from ear to ear.

That’s why we’re doing it. We’re giving Dad peace of mind. It was all worthwhile.