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He took another step. “I would do anything in my power for you. I want you to know this. I have never known a woman stronger, more generous, more compassionate than you—and to whom I owe so much.”
She gulped. From somewhere she drew strength from sheer force of will.
“You-you are mistaken. I am not so- not so-so-”
He closed the gap between them. There was no more moonlight, only his enveloping shadow, and he reached down and took her arms, drawing her up.
“You must not say-” she began.
That was when his arms slipped around her shoulders, and his soft lips brushed her hair.
He kissed her hair. He brushed a soft feathery kiss upon her brow. And then he pulled her tightly to him and pressed her face close.
“Annabelle… how can I let you go?”