She was the wife he wanted, the wife he needed-not the comfortable wife she had thought to be but one to keep him on his toes.
Smiling proudly, Philip settled back against the squabs, his gaze firmly fixed on his wife.
His thirty-fifth year would be one he'd remember; he was, he discovered, looking forward, not just to the next, but to all the rest of his life.
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