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The next couple of days sped past. Kenton could hardly believe it. He’d done nothing his first full day there, and they’d gone for the picnic on the lake the next. While Harry and Mike had gutted the fish they’d caught for an impromptu barbeque back home, Kenton had sat and talked to Della.
He’d ended up in tears, and she’d held and rocked him.
“Guess it just wasn’t meant to be, honey,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “Nothing you can do if it isn’t meant to be. Leastwise you stopped the fires and reunited Con with Edan. Might not be quite as you planned, but you probably saved Edan’s life.”
“I just felt—hell I don’t know, like, like he did care for me but didn’t want to show it. Looks like I was just fooling myself. Seeing something behind the mask that just wasn’t there.”
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