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this manner again, I will cut all ties with you.”
    “You would choose that girl over your father?” he shouts incredulously, jumping to his feet as well.
    “Every single day,” I tell him without hesitation. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.”
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    I’d been dreading returning home. Not because of the return to reality where things aren’t as picture perfect as they seemed while we were on vacation. Not even because Matthew and Tyler would both be gone during the days at work and school. I was dreading the return home because of the boredom factor. Granted, there are a lot of preparations that need to be made for both the wedding and baby, but the more I submerse myself in the details of planning, the more overwhelmed I become and want Matthew’s input. Around lunchtime, the frustration has built and I need a break. I haven’t heard from Matthew in a couple hours, though I know he’s got his hands full catching up with his work. Two months being dead probably hasn’t done much to lower the level of his inbox.
    Rolling my eyes at myself, having never believed there would be a moment where I would find myself joking about something like that, I pull up to Bonnie’s bookshop, my eyes darting across the street to my former place of employment, East Coast Travel. Matthew refuses to discuss Frank Marone with me, but from what I’ve gathered, he’s not pleased that I was working for him; and most of that displeasure seems aimed at Leo for referring me. I’m not surprised to find the building empty and locked, though I am curious as to why Frank left town so quickly.
    Inside the bookshop, I find Bonnie at the counter talking to what seems to be about a sixteen-year-old girl who’s trying to describe a book she’s looking for. I bite my lips against laughter as I listen to her explanation—something about vampires who sparkle in sunlight—and the more I watch Bonnie’s expression of horror and disgust, the more difficult it’s becoming to keep quiet.
    “Sweetheart, I’m going to tell you this once,” Bonnie says, coming around the counter and putting an arm around the girl to lead her to a section of the store. “Stick with the classics. Tolkein. Austen. Salinger. Orwell. Twain. Hell, Rowling . Stephen King. Get off this vampire nonsense and learn about some real literature.”
    Patting the wide-eyed girl on the shoulder, Bonnie makes her way back to me, rolling her eyes. “I swear, Sam, kids these days don’t know what a real book is anymore.”
    “Not a fan of vampires, Bonnie?” I ask teasingly.
    “Those aren’t vampires,” she scoffs. “Anne Rice writes vampires and they ain’t these girly-looking sparkling ones either.”
    “I’m not disagreeing with you,” I say, chuckling.
    Bonnie sets herself on a stool behind the counter and looks over at me. “How was your vacation?” she asks knowingly.
    Rolling my eyes but smiling, I hold out my left hand, which she immediately snatches, and, adjusts her glasses while holding my hand up to the light, examining it closely. “Vacation was wonderful,” I tell her, not mentioning the drama between Matthew and me before he proposed. “I take it you knew?”
    She smirks at me. “Small town, little girl,” she tells me. “Now, give me the details. How’d he do it?”
    Over milk and pie, I give Bonnie the details on Matthew’s proposal and she is duly impressed. “If I was a few years younger,” she tells me, shaking her head sadly. “That boy wouldn’t know what hit him.”
    “Well, we’re not married yet,” I say leadingly, raising an eyebrow.
    She scoffs, patting my hand. “He’s a bit much for me now,” she replies. “Not sure I can handle his energy level…”
    I’m choosing to believe she’s referring to Matthew’s constant need to be doing something and not sitting idly around twiddling his thumbs. “I think I’d forgotten about that aspect of his personality,” I say