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“Daniel,” I whisper, my eyes shooting up to my husband as my father’s life spills red down his chest. “What – what did you do? “I had to do it, Fay,” Daniel says, looking at me evenly, his voice serious and heavy with the weight of the life he just took. “He couldn’t live –…

“Trust me,” Donnie replies, leaning back on the couch and giving us a smile. “I am anything but worried.” “You understand your job?” Daniel asks Donnie. “Any questions?” Jerome comes to my side as Daniel speaks, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, sunglasses perched on his head. He gives me a kiss on the…

And if he’s going to survive this – whatever insane scheme Fay has planned – he’s going to need his wits about him. So, Kent sets his jaw, and stares at the wall, steadying himself for whatever is coming next. Kent does precisely what he’s told over the next few hours, signing papers and obeying…

Ivan groans now, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, clenching his teeth – clearly torn between wanting to do his job and wanting to promise me that Daniel – who he knows means so much to me – will be okay. “I’ll do everything I can, Fay,” Ivan murmurs, covering his eyes with…

“They go hand in hand,” he says, opening his door and stepping out to give Ivan a too-warm welcome, clapping him on the shoulder before heading to the house at Jerome’s side. I watch them go as I walk over to where Ivan is waiting for me, unmoving. “Was I expecting you?” I ask, unable…

Ivan leans forward too. But then I hesitate, and bite my lip and turn away. I hear Ivan sigh, just the tiniest bit, but I don’t look at him. “It’s late,” I murmur, my voice almost embarrassed. “Sure,” Ivan says, understanding my request. He gets to his feet and helps me stand up too. He…

“Okay okay,” Daniel says, still laughing a little. “Let me try again.” He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, and then starts speaking in his Kent voice again, which has me laughing from the very first word. “There is only one proper way to make a Sunday Gravy – and you have to…

Because this? This tension? This is exactly what I want. “Okay!” Janeen says, clapping her hands and putting on a false little smile as she responds to the clear tension in the room. My dad stands at her side, awkward and sad, looking at Daniel like his heart breaks for him. My own heart surges…

“God damn it,” he murmurs, his own voice strangled. “You were supposed to let me say that first. And in person, not over a damn phone -“ I burst into laughter at this. “Well, we don’t have a lot of options now, do we?” A beep comes on the phone. What does that mean? “Times…

I glare at the little device in his hands for a moment as Fiona works her way to the other side of the bar, wishing to hell I’d had that a couple of months ago to scan my bedroom. It would have saved us a hell of a lot of trouble. “As much as I…