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Raul leaned forward in a slow and purposeful way ‘I got past that and you sure as hell can too—or regret it for the rest of your life’

Max gritted his teeth and frowned at hi in Madrid

‘Don’t run from the truth, Max, face it Own it Make it your friend, not your enemy’

What was that truth? That he didn’t have to be like his father? That he could be exactly who he wanted to be?

Raul stood up, his glass of whisky untouched ‘You told me the day weyou that same advice Sort it, Max, don’t allow the past to kill your future’

Max inhaled deeply, not ready to accept what his brother was saying ‘I will give it soht’

‘Not thought, action and dahtened his jacket as if he’d physically done several rounds with his brother ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to be with my wife’

Max watched as Raul wound his way back through all the high-backed chairs and out of the roo out on the woman who’d so honestly declared her love for him, the woman who carried his child

He looked into the bottolass, but no answers lay there He put it down roughly, sliding it across the table away frohly as he’d pushed away the woman he loved

The woman he loved

The icy bucket of truth poured all over hiht wouldsomeone it only led to pain and heartache for the

Very wrong

Love was the one e, and by allowing love into his heart he was proving he was far more of a man than his father had ever been