Win couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this relieved and overjoyed. She was his! She wasn’t going away! Thank God, thank God, thank God. “We’re going to be great together, Belle. This partnership is going to be the best thing since the invention of the camera.” She was breathless with laughter. He’d danced her around his booth like a madman, holding her up off the floor and spinning here and there, narrowly missing light stands and chairs. His heart was as light as a feather. He feared that if he put her down, he’d float right out the door and up into the heavens to romp with the moon and stars. “Win! You’re crazy. Put me down.” Still, she laughed. “Fudge. You just wait, Belle. I’m going to make your face more famous than Aunt Jemima’s!” That absurdity set her off laughing again. Win finally managed to wear himself out. After one last fling around the room, he came to a panting stop in the middle of his booth and lowered Belle to the floor. He didn’t release her, but stood, looking down at her.
