He studied her for a long moment—the lines they’d earned together, the familiar smile, the woman who had stood beside him through three decades of life.
Finally, he said, slowly and confidently, “You’re A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K.”
👉 Read more on the next page…he blinked, surprised.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
He smiled and began counting them off with pride:
“Adorable.
Beautiful.
Cute.
Delightful.
Elegant.
Foxy.
Gorgeous.
