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He wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up and twirled her around in a circle. “What was it you said?” Michael’s chocolaty eyes lit. “That my parents would be dancing-a-jig happy?”

“I knew they’d be pleased.” Sophia hoped the breathlessness she heard in her words was a figment of her freaked-out imagination.

“If you hadn’t spoken up,” he whispered, “I don’t know how long I’d have waited to tell them they had a granddaughter.”

“I can see that.” She sighed, swiftly getting caught up in the vortex that seemed to spin crazily around them.

“I want you to know how grateful I am.”

She was going to utter his name sharply. She was going to plant her hand on his chest. She was going to lean away from him.

But she did none of those things.