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“Tell you what” Marlowe leaned back in her big leather executive chair “I’ll tell the faood”

Callu “What? No It’s not like that”

Marlowe picked up a pen from the desk and dropped it in exasperation “It’s not? Look at you Listen to yourself You just toldsoe that you kept from your own family”

He hadn’t thought how his inability to deal with Annabel’s death would affect his siblings He hadn’t cared about his parents all that much They were always too involved with Colton Oil And other than with Marlowe, he wasn’t the type of brother to bleed out his soul to everyone But Marlowe

“I should have told you,” he said “You’re right” He ran his fingers through his hair, disconcerted

“Stop,” Marlowe said “Just stop”

He looked at her, not sure of her

“You should have told me, but I understand why you didn’t I know you like you knowBut we can be stubborn, Cal”

“I know, but—”

“What I want you to hear from me—and you better listen—is you have met a beautiful and wonderful woe if you can’t handle it”

Nothing like putting it bluntly He also liked the handling connotation Baggage Handles

He laughed, deeply and from his core “Marlowe, I love you”

“Go get that girl, you fool” She s it Take it from one who knows”

She’d gotten involved with Bowie Robertson, the president of Robertson Renewable Energy Conant and ended up falling in love Callureat

Resigned to the fact that she was probably right, he stood from the chair