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“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
I moved from my chair and knelt beside him so we were at the same level.
“You carried me out of a burning house,” I told him. “I think you’ve more than earned one dance.”
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he smiled.
“All right,” he said. “But I’m wearing my navy suit.”
The Night of the Promise
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