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‘Thirteen years My parents split when I was eleven Maland when I was thirteen and I haven’t seen him since’

‘My father died thirteen years ago’ Soh her own personal trau, first by the death of his father and then by Luisa’s vile and ulti actions

‘I’m sorry’ Her voice softened ‘I’ve seen pictures of your dad—you look just like him’

‘Sì He was a very handsome man’

This tih ‘Oh, you are so full of yourself’

‘You can be full of me too if you want’

‘Are you trying to ain?’

He chuckled, glancing over at her, certain there was the trace of a s on her lips

Mind out of the gutter, he chided himself He needed to keep his attention focused on the road before hiht sweetness

All the sahtness in his groin

‘Did youryou after she left him?’

‘No He stopped hio across the Irish channel and see his eldest child We exchange Christmas cards and that’s it’

For aelse, but when he glanced at her, he saw her eyes were closed and she washer forehead For all her bitterness there was a definite vulnerability about her when she spoke of her parents

‘Did you miss him?’

‘My father?’

‘Yes It must have been a hard time for you’

She laughed, a noise that sounded as if it were being done through a sucked leger He cheated on my mum so many times I think even he lost count’

‘Were you aware of this at the time?’ Surely her father would have been discreet?