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“Do you know how lucky I am?” he asked suddenly, squeezing her hand.
“As lucky as me,” she said, but Justin shook his head.
“Luckier,” he assured her solemnly as he led her to the front door. “It’s very rare for an immortal to find a life mate while as young as I am.”
“Young?” she asked dubiously as he unlocked the door.
“Yes.” He glanced to her with surprise as he pushed the door open. Seeing her expression, he added, “Well I’m—for an immortal, I’m—God! You think I’m old,” he moaned with dismay.
Holly chuckled, and stepped in front of him, to tangle her hands in the front of his shirt and pull him close. “Maybe, but that’s okay. You’re my old man.”
Justin groaned and then scooped her up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she gasped with surprise, clutching at his shoulders.
“Sweeping you off your feet?” he offered hopefully.
Holly chuckled, and leaned her head against his shoulder, her arms tightening around him in a hug. “I do love you, Justin Bricker.”
Pausing, he bent his head to kiss her gently. “And I love you Holly soon-to-be-Bricker.”
“Is that a proposal?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“What? You thought you could just have your wicked way with me without buying the cow?” he asked indignantly as he started walking again, carrying her through the entry and starting upstairs to the second floor.
Holly laughed and shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“About you,” he agreed, stepping off the stairs and starting across a large open loft. “By the way, did I mention that while I haven’t done much decorating, I did buy a bed?”
“Oh,” Holly sighed. “You are a clever man.”
“Your clever man,” he assured her and she nodded.
“Yes, my clever old man,” she teased and Justin groaned as he carried her into the bedroom.