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“You love me,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing,” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for.”

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Suzanne Brockmann
Suzanne Brockmann

Suzanne Brockmann is an American author known for her romance novels. Born in 1960, she began writing in 1992 and has published numerous works since then. Her novels are renowned for their passionate plots and well-crafted characters. more

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