Chapter 9 - The Sweetest Harvest
"Will you bake for me every day?" Julian asked softly. "Not as a baker delivering a contract to a customer... but as my wife?"
Maeve’s heart gave a wild, joyful leap inside her chest. Tears of pure happiness gathered in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't wipe them away.
She reached up, wrapping her arms around his broad neck, pulling him down to her.
"Yes," Maeve whispered against his mouth. "Yes, Julian. A thousand times yes."
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Julian pulled her flush against his chest, his big hands wrapping securely around her waist as he lifted her slightly off her feet, sealing their future with a deep, passionate kiss that echoed through the sweet-scented air of the bakery.
In the back kitchen, Callum leaned against the flour sacks, a small, genuine smile breaking across his face as he watched his sister finally find the safety and love she had sacrificed so much to give him.
