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“I love you, Keepsake.”

She slides her hand lower. “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a… heck yes.”

She giggles, moving her hand away. “I never thought I’d see the day big bad Dom Russo saidheck.”

“You changed me for the better, Evie. I’m not ashamed of that.”

“Mom, Dad,” Angelica says, knocking gently on the door. “Is it time for my cake yet?”

“Yes, angel,” Evie says, taking my hand.

“Can I kiss you-know-who first?” Angelica asks.

“Of course you can.”

She tiptoes across the room, carefully leans down, and lays a soft kiss on his forehead. “Sleep well, little brother. I’ll save you a slice.”

THE END