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He was blind Blind, stupid and hopeless

While Sa in love with some Venetian fool who couldn’t or wouldn’t love her and escaping her disappointuilt and despair and solitude, he’d been writing her stories, tying her to hi to her in the only way he knew

Like a juvenile ad anonymous love poems

‘My God, I’m pathetic’

Rafe shifted in alarm

‘Dae, that’s not what I meant Any woman would kill to have someone write masterpieces about her and for her Don’t tell me Sam doesn’t appreciate them—her illustrations are a work of love in themselves’

‘Not to me She had no idea I was the author That is just the way she is’

‘Butyou told her, didn’t you?’

‘She found out a week ago In a bookstore’

‘Oh Well, that must have beenuncomfortable’

Edge shoved his hands through his hair

‘Yes’

‘Do youher?’

‘I didn’t propose She did’

At least that silenced Rafe His sigh, though, was eloquent

‘I told you I am pathetic’

‘No Stubborn Wary And luckier than you deserve What is wrong, then? You should be in seventh heaven’

Edge laughed

‘I was on fourth and cli Sam wanted to marryto ain This shouldn’t make a difference, but it does’

‘What shouldn’t?’