He’s here. All I can manage is a firm nod, one he returns before pressing a bristled kiss to my forehead and taking a seat beside me. My rock. My comfort. The boy with the sad eyes and the heart of gold. I turn toward him. “You have a game.” I glance down at the dainty Rolex on my wrist. “Right now.” “We made a promise in that truck, remember? I can’t go without you again. Nothing is more important than being here with you.” He palms my knee under the table and inclines his head toward my outfit. “You are stunning, by the way.” Nothing is more important than being here with you. I swallow a
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