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“You make more sense now,” Dante tells me as he tries to get comfortable. I helped him into an oversized chair and set his feet on the ottoman. He shouldn’t even be here. He’s been out of bed for far too long today.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“I’ve never met your Dad until today. He’s protective,” he says. “It’s not bad. It’s… interesting. That’s all.”
I’m still not sure what that’s supposed to mean. I’m also mad that I got shoved out of the office so my father and my husband can make plans about me without me. “I should be in there.”
“Then go back,” he shrugs. “I’m not going to stop you.”
I nod as I stand. “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”
“That’s no way to speak to the man who got you out of jail,” he laughs.
“I wasn’t arrested. They only
