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r, already up and dressed He looked good

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“Doing what?” she asked, grabbing the cloth fro at her arm

Her father paused for aas he crossed the rooy aftershave, and his hair was coazed into his eyes and the warmth in her heart spread out She knew theserarer, but she was grateful—

“Are you worried about the wedding?”

What?

The wedding Right

Her heart sank and though she tried, her sht the tears that threatened to spill as his large hand stroked her hair

“No, Daddy,” she ain “Gerald and I,” she sniffled and pulled out of his eaze directly into his eyes “Gerald and I broke up,” she said gently “Remember?”

For aaway as if embarrassed

“I’ot”

“It’s okay, Dad, don’t worry about it I’ not to think of it either”

Bobbi grabbed a cleanfrom the cupboard and held it aloft “Coffee?”

“Sure, thanks for asking”