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Madeline stared out of the window of the jet as Egypt disappeared beneath the clouds. It had definitely been a trip to remember, that was for sure. She almost didn’t want to go home. If they stayed in Egypt, she could pretend a little while longer that she and Gabe could have a life together. When she had entered his room early that morning, it hadn’t been hard to forgive him for what had happened. He looked so vulnerable and sad, her heart had melted on the spot. It still wasn’t easy to forget what had happened, but she didn’t have to face it alone. Not this time. “What are you thinking about?” Gabriel asked, stroking her arm gently with his thumb. “You look worried.” Madeline sighed, drawing closer to him. He meant the world to her and it would break her heart to lose him. “I was just thinking about going home,” she sighed. “I don’t want to lose you.” Gabriel frowned, turning so he could look her in the eyes. “What are you talking about?” Madeline bit her lip. She didn’t want to talk about this, she just wanted to savor the time she had left with the only man she could ever really love. “Come on,” he encouraged gently. “You can tell me.” “It’s just,” Madeline started, her throat suddenly burning as she held back a sob. “When we get home, we go back to our lives. I go back to being a nobody and you go back to being one of the most famous people in Paris. I’m just sad that we’re at the end of our relationship.” “Hang on,” Gabe held up a hand to stop her rambling.

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