He didn’t answer right away.
He studied her for a long moment—the lines they’d earned together, the familiar smile, the woman who had stood beside him through three decades of life.
Finally, he said, slowly and confidently, “You’re A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K.”
She blinked, surprised.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
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