"A cashier's check, for pity's sake," Ryan muttered in disbelief that night, when he and his bride-to-be were managing to steal a few precious moments alone. "There won't even be a damn tax write-off on it. Who would do such a crazy thing?"
Ronni hazarded a guess. "Someone who knows what you want more than anything else?"
He put a finger under her chin, tipped her face up to his. "I have what I want."
She grinned. "But five million sure helps. And now there's only five million to go."
"Three hundred twenty-five dollars and forty-eight cents. So far."
"We'll get the rest somewhere."
"I have no doubts at all about that."
"I do. Would you please kiss me, Ryan?"
His lips met hers with tenderness and passion—and enough love to last a lifetime.
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