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Do you want to marry me?” He touched his forehead to hers. “I do.” She wanted to tell him more, but couldn’t think of how to word it. He was her accomplice, her boss, her opponent. “I know.” He could see it in her eyes, as only he could do. The officiate kept on, the droning words harmonizing with the waves. Mist from the ocean sprinkled over them. “Where there’s you, there’s always gonna be me. As long as I breathe,” Beckett told her. She touched his lips with her fingertips. “I know.” The next words came in with another wave. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.
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