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“So, tell me What is it?”

“Just got a lot going on”

“A boy then?”

My cheeks flush at the accusation “Not a boy”

“Ah, you forget I raised three girls It’s a boy” He takes a big bite of his Jello “I know these things”

“Fine” I mutter “But it’s not what you think”

“Is he good to you?” He asks, serious now

I laugh softly “To be determined”

“If he’s not, you let me know”

“Will do, old man” I smile

Yeah right

Like he could take down Gio DelGado

I’m late when I walk into the warehouse The man left at the bar to drivehome

“Skip’s not gonna like this,” he ot into his car

Apparently, I am not allowed to know the location of the warehouse, nor is it to be discussed on the phone or via text My driver made that clear to me on the way over as he checked his rearviewfollowed