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Chapter 12.2

Nick burst out laughing. Considering what he thought of reporters, and the way he had continually dodged this one for months, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to joke and laugh with her, and had no idea why he was doing it.

“How many times,” she said, “did your mother try to fix you up with some girl who sewed her own clothes and had a great personality?”

He rolled his eyes. “It was my dad and my brother, but it was more times than I care to count.”

“Save us all from our well-meaning families,” she said with a chuckle. “You, too?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. My dad was a cop. A guy had to be pretty sure of himself to knock on my door to pick me up for a date.”

“I can imagine. What’s he do now, your dad?” Nick asked.

Her smile turned sad. “He died in the line of duty, on 9/11. Same as your dad and brother.”

“Ah. Sorry. I didn’t know.”

She shook her head. “No reason you should have. Is that why you left New York? Because your dad and brother were gone?”

Whatever openness he felt around her
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