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Grinning, I shake my head and bounce a little, eager to go. I don’t want to miss it. He sighs and sits up then, taking my face in his hands. “You should let an old man sleep, Fay,” he murmurs quietly, shaking his head at me. “We need our rest.” “You shouldn’t have got a…

And all of our luggage, will it go to the right place? Maybe I need to – Kent just laughs, putting a warm hand on my shoulder. “Stop micromanaging it, Fay,” he says, smiling down at me. “Everything is in order – you spent weeks ensuring all that. Now you either trust the system or…

“It’s not your fault,” Daniel says, pursing his lips. “I…I get it.” “You shouldn’t have to get it, kid,” Kent says, raising his eyebrows. “It was my job. I should have been a better dad.” “Well, you’ve got another chance now,” Daniel says, raising his brows at his dad and giving him a little smile….

“Why is it ridiculous if Ivan says it?” Kent asks, frowning. “I mean, he’s not stupid. He had us all fooled.” Slowly I shake my head, looking up at him. “He had us all fooled, Kent, but he…he really did think he was getting me on his side. And he was very eager to sow…

“It’s fine,” he says, smiling at me and slipping a hand onto my thigh, giving it a little squeeze. “It’s good, Fay. It really is. I like it,” he says, gesturing around the table. “Stop worrying about me.” “It’s just…different,” I say, shrugging and hoping he understands. “Than anything you had.” “It’s better,” he murmurs,…

“What?” I ask, my eyes going wide. Jerome laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, he told them day one to keep their hands off the one with the purple hair or else they’d lose their jobs.” “Just Janeen!?” I gasp, a little appalled that I wasn’t included in the ban. “Well, there was no need to…

But as the whiskey begins to loosen their lips and the minutes tick past, it gets easier. Daniel starts by telling Kent how glad he is to have him back and confessing, guiltily, that he actually suggested they leave him in jail. Kent sighs, assuring him that he doesn’t blame him for that, which lifts…

Kent places the tray between us, sitting down on the far end of the lounge chair and creating a cute little table between us. Then, as I watch, he pours me a cup of the ginger tea and skips the sugar cubes in their little bowl, instead reaching for the little pot of honey and…

I’m quiet now too for a moment, leaning over to put my mostly-empty cup of tea back onto the tray at our side. “I wish you’d have given me more credit, Kent,” I say quietly as I sit up straight. “I was…never going to let that happen. You mean so much more to me than…

“It’s good,” Kent murmurs, his lips close to my ear so that our conversation is mostly private even though we’re sitting with everyone. “It really is,” I say, sighing. He wraps his arms tighter around me, resting his forehead against my hair and inhaling a deep, contented breath that makes my heart sing with pleasure….