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“All right, if that’s what you want.” I know you like a book, love. “But, I do have one thing to say.” I stood and took a step forward. Her hands clenched into fists, and I wanted to reach out and take them in mine. “I wouldn’t have changed a bloody thing.”
The drive back to Bruce’s was silent. She hadn’t said a word, not even when I pulled into the driveway and noticed Bruce returned from work early, exiting his truck. After turning off the engine, I got out to shake his hand out of respect.
Bruce greeted me in slacks, a button-down shirt, and a laptop bag crossed over his chest. Mia blew past us like a child and I shook my head and held out my hand.
“What did you do?” Bruce asked with a laugh.
“Only love her. Too much, apparently.”
He nodded, confused by my vague response. I wasn’t about to tell him that his future son-in-law had done odd jobs for a gang to find his daughter. Perhaps after the wedding.
“Why don’t you come by for di
“A home-cooked meal? I haven’t had that in … I can’t remember how long. What time should I come by?”
“Oh, man. Six. It’s Italian night, and Diane makes a mean Lasagna.”
Lasagna had been invented and claimed by the British, not the Italians, but now wasn’t the time to educate him. “I’m looking forward to it.”