“Wars have been fought for less,” Dad replied. “If love is the cause of this one, then come what may.” “Love?!” A look of pure horror washed over Claudia’s face as she turned from Dad to us, apparently seeing us in a new, disgusting light. I was just as shocked by Dad’s statement. Looking down at our hands, my gaze traveled up Graeme’s arm to his face. From the faint pink in his cheeks and the way he glanced down before looking up again, I knew it was true. He loved me. He fucking loved me. I didn’t know how. Frankly, I didn’t know why. But he did. The inevitable question was — did I love him?
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