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I huff "Not married, but I’m sure it’s close"

"You don’t sound too happy about that?"

I sigh and stare out the atching the trees flick past as we drive It’s a gorgeous night out I notice the stars shi in the sky I think about how to explainlike it’s so from the early 1800s

"Jacob is kind He’s close to ooda resuh "He’s always been what’s best forto take ood life set up for us"

I dare to look at Nate, but his eyes are focused on the road He’s got a puzzled expression on his face

"Is he best for youor your dad?"

"It’s not like that," I say "I care about hiing the subject

"What about me?"

"Tell me about your wife"

His face seems to harden "She’s hter, Macy, who’s three"

I s herself on the ground in a rage"

I laugh "Girls, hey?"

He chuckles "Yeah, I reckon This is you"

I look out of the windscreen to see we have pulled up at my aparth I had to throw you in against your will?"

I flush "I’ sometimes"

"You don’t say?"

I stare at the tiht ph, really," I whisper, looking up at hiht frarief, eh?" he asks, training those green eyes onto mine

"Yeah"

He nods "I’m sure he’ll come around"

I take the handle, hesitate, and then turn back to hi?"

He stares at ht," I say, wanting to slap irl asks a married et out of the car and am about to shut the door when he calls out, "Hey Dancer?"