Xavier POV We were in the workshop chatting about nothing in particular. Neither of us wanted to talk about the shootings or the investigation; it was a day for us to celebrate with our girls. "What do you think the ladies will wear today?" Demetri asked as he washed his bike. I had just serviced it for him, as he hadn't had a chance to get it to the club shop since he returned home, and I was more than happy to help him out. I know he was my father-in-law, but he feels more like a friend than a father figure to me. I'm not sure why. He just doesn't come across like that to me. Maybe because he treats me as a brother, rather than a son. He missed out on being a dad. Maybe when Cora has children, we can share the dirty pants; that's about the only part I am not looking forward to. I
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