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When she walked into the guesthouse that night, Finn folded her into his arms. “You’re a hero,” he murmured in her ear. “Anything you want, you got. I have a steak dinner and a bottle of wine waiting for you. How about a bubble bath? A foot massage? A hot fudge sundae? All of the above?”
She sighed against him, melting into the haven of his embrace. Every part of her felt better when it was next to him. “I’m not a hero, silly. That’s ridiculous.”
“You saved Josh and Suzanne’s baby’s life. That makes you a hero around here.”
“I’m a nurse. I was there at the right moment. That does not make me a hero. And besides,” she drew back and swatted him lightly on the chest, “I’m supposed to be mad at you. You’ve been lining up watchdogs for me behind my back.”
He groaned. “Brianna let it sli
