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leave the house. Shit, I forgot . A left turn into my kitchen and then to my fridge has me now, for real this time, ready to head out. Bottle of wine safely settled and riding shotgun, I back out of my driveway and I’m on my way.
    Six blocks away and about ten minutes later, I pull up and park behind Rob’s beast of a truck, at the curb. Car shut off, unbuckled, and bottle of wine in hand, I make my way to their door when it opens before I get fully up the walkway.
    “Hey, Rob.”
    “Hey. Sofie’s in there cookin’ up a storm. You better like it ‘cause I had to run to the store. Twice.”
    I chuckle at his put out expression.
    “I could always just leave.” Joking when I say it, I actually like the idea more and more now that it’s swirling around. With thoughts of Harmony still streaming in like high def, being with Sofie isn’t such a good idea. Why can I not get her out of my head?
    “Not gunna happen,” Rob mutters before leading me into his house. The slam of the door makes me jump. I’m losing my edge. Why does it feel like I’m headed into an interrogation like a criminal? Because you made out and almost fucked your boss’s daughter in a janitor’s closet at the police station. A snarky part of my brain answers.
    “Luc!” a slight bundle of Sofie hits my chest full force and I stumble back. I return the hug before setting her away.
    “Now, now, not in front of the husband,” I tease.
    She’s instantly pulled backwards into Rob’s embrace and I get a glare sent in my direction.
    “Don’t rile him up on purpose, Luc. I’m happy to see you, but I’ll let him kick your ass,” says Sofie, patting Rob’s burly arm around her stomach.
    “He knows I was teasing. I gave him an excuse to hold you, he’s thrilled. Here you are,” I say, trying to hold in my laugh at Rob’s eye roll. She snatches the wine out of my hand and disappears back into the kitchen.
    “This will go great with dinner, thanks!” she hollers.
    “You wanna beer?” Rob asks me.
    “Dyin’ for one, thanks,” I answer and he’s gone with hurried steps.
    Looking around the well-styled place, I gaze at the pictures on the fireplace mantle. They look so happy. I want that. Doubtful it’s going to happen anytime soon, but this is my goal. Maybe not to someone as forceful as Sofie, I like to be in control of myself. Rob’s really not minding it though.
    “Sit,” his gruff voice sounds behind me followed by a creak of his chair.
    I follow suit and sit down on the couch across from him, picking up my already opened beer bottle off the coffee table.
    “She’s makin’ some kind of Fettuccini something or other. You’re Italian so she wanted to pay homage to your country.” I raise my brows at him. “Don’t give me that look, I don’t know, I think she just wants an excuse to go all out.”
    “She should call my mom, switch recipes and stuff,” I joke.
    “You say that when you don’t mean it and she will call her. Even if you don’t give her the number. Sofe can be scary when it comes to finding people. I keep telling her she needs to drop the publicity and go for PI.”
    I snort into my beer. “Yeah? What she say to that?”
    “She patted my leg and said, “Aw, honey”.”
    I laugh. It feels good to laugh. I’m relaxed like I haven’t been for a long time. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
    “Down to the gritty. Vacation, huh?”
    And there starts the ranting. Rob sits back quietly and just lets me vent my spleen. Relaxation gone completely. I think I set a new record for the most times saying ‘Its bullshit’ in one conversation. Soon I am cut off by Sofie yelling that dinner’s ready.
    Finding our places at the set table, I have to hand it to her designing skills. She knows how to set an image.
    “Thank you for dinner, Sofie, it looks great,” I say, remembering my manners.
    We dig in. Damn she can cook.
    Halfway done, Sofie clinks her silverware down onto her plate and watches me