“I’ll get your bag.” I stowed it in the trunk because I planned for a last kiss as I pulled it out. No. That was the second-to-last. The last one would come at the door.
But before I can lean in under the porch light, the door swings open from the inside and her dad slaps a hand on my shoulder.
“As I live and breathe! If it isn’t Tommy Dubrovsky.” He’s squeezing hard. Maybe he hasn’t quite forgiven me for breaking her heart all those years ago. “Come on in.”
I look at Corrie. This wasn’t the deal. This wasn’t what we agreed on and I want to make sure it’s okay with her. She shrugs.
Corrie takes her bag and Arthur steps out the door and, with a hand on my chest, pushes me back. “Before you come inside, Tommy …” He looks over his shoulder to make sure Corinne has gone inside.
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