“He cares about you.” “Not like he cares about Ella.” “Maybe.” Dad smiled at me, bumping me in my shoulder. “Rook’s always been a patient kind of soul, you know what I mean? He takes his time. Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet.” “He’ll never see it,” I said, slumping into my father’s side. I rested my head on his shoulder. “I need to move the hell…” I cleared my throat, and he raised his brows. “The heck on.” “Do what you need to do, but I’m telling you, that boy cares for you.” He patted my knee, then folded his hands in his lap. “Love takes time.” “You’re so cheesy.” I laughed, and he grinned.
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