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Ruby Romance

Amelia had told herself that she wouldn't cry. But padding barefoot through the house with Hunter's note still pressed between her fingers, the tears slipped free anyway. "Forty years ago today, I couldn't believe you said I do. I still can't. I love you, always."

The note wasn't extravagant. Hunter wasn't the type. He was steady. The quiet anchor to her whirlwind life. She'd fallen for his stillness when her own world was made of flights, shows, and chaos. Despite fame and exhaustion and a thousand things that could have unraveled them, her heart beat with the same unwavering rhythm for the physician who broke at least ten rules to ensure that he could see her again after discharging her all those years ago.

Their life was not without bumps. There were sleepless nights, hard goodbyes, and the stress of aging parents. There were arguments and distance and days when neither of them remembered how to speak gently. The pain of Chelsea's final years that still lived somewhere inside her. But there was also laughter. Lovemaking. Hunter's arms around her when it all felt like too much.

As the early sunlight spilled across the flowers and framed collage from Fletcher and Dahlia, her eyes landed on one of Wildfire's promo shots. A lifetime ago. That girl never imagined this life. A Manhattan brownstone filled with love. Grown children carving their own paths. A husband who still left her little love notes before she woke up. There'd been days she thought that she meant to live on stage. Hunter had never asked her to stop performing. He just made sure she had a home to come back to.

She heard the front door open and the sound of keys dropping into the dish, as he returned from his morning stroll. Amelia turned, her eyes shining. "Forty years," she said. "And you still leave love notes?"

Hunter grinned, closing the distance between them. "Only on the important days."

She kissed him like it was the first time.

And in some ways, it always was.