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Chapter 11
**Present Time**
Gabriel’s POV

“Stop doing that shit, you’re gonna give yourself a stiff neck.”

I frown at Vin but keep craning my neck in all directions at once. “Where are they? I can’t see them.” I’ve been trying to spot Vin’s parents among the people that crowd the terminal but to no avail. There’s no sign of them. “Their flight arrived almost an hour ago! What’s taking them so long?”
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Chapter 10
**Present Time**
Vin’s POV

As I close the door of the house I see Gabe talking with Lorna, our neighbor. I still don’t know how old she is, anywhere from 50 to 80 is my guess. She won’t tell us, anyway. Lorna doesn’t believe in ages, she says that knowing how old a person is limits your ability to judge them on their own merits. I have to agree with her on that.
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Chapter 9
**Present Time**
Gabriel’s POV

As usual, I’m dressed and ready to go before Vin found his underwear.

It’s a constant source of amazement to me that anybody can take as long as he does to get dressed. And it’s not like he spends an extraordinary amount of time primping in front of the mirror or anything, it’s just that he gets distracted. Continue reading →

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Chapter 8

**Present time**

Vin’s POV

“Gabe, have you seen my black, pinstriped suit?” I frown, a bit frustrated, as I keep rummaging through the hangers of clothes. Damn! I think I sent it to the dry cleaner’s and forgot to pick it up. I’m such a mess.
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Chapter 7

**Present Time**

Gabriel’s POV

The phone rings and Vin goes to pick it up, returning short after with the cordless. “No, it’s okay, we’ve been up for a while,” he says into the receiver, taking a seat at the table. “Sure, let me talk to her.” Continue reading →

**Present Time**

Vin’s POV

I don’t consider myself an excellent cook but I know my way around casseroles and pans. Unlike Gabe, who is a truly lousy cook. If left to his own, he’d probably do with frosted package of precooked food or worse, gummy bears and popcorn. Ever since I’ve known him, I’ve been ridding his ass, no pun intended, about his unhealthy eating habits until I figured out that the only way to change them was to cook the meals myself.
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