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“Make a wish.”

A kiss. In that moment all Luke wanted was to turn her to face him, to lean down and touch her sweet lips with his.

“Like to know what I wished for?” he asked, voice low.

Della’s eyes drifted shut. “You’re not supposed to tell. It won’t come true if you do.”

“Maybe,” he said, his mouth so close to her ear that his lips brushed her lobe as he spoke. “But if you knew what the wish was, perhaps you’d grant it.”

He pressed a light kiss on her neck, just below her ear. Della held herself still but didn’t pull away. “I don’t have any magical powers to grant wishes.”

“I’m not so sure.”