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“I can do slow.”

“Can you?” He sounded skeptical. “I’ll talk to my lawyer, get something drawn up.”

“Do we need that? Can’t we just sort it out between us?”

“I prefer to do things properly. I’ll try and get us a meeting for tomorrow. I won’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Okay.” She could feel a smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in an age, she felt optimistic. This was all she had wanted ever since she’d gotten out. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Morally, I don’t have a choice in this. But don’t get me wrong—if I decide you’re a bad influence, you’ll be out of her life.”

She gritted her teeth, hating that he believed he had the right to judge her. Why did she think that if he had a choice, she would never see him again?

“You’re not my perfect choice, either. But it looks like we’re stuck with each other.”

He placed some money on the table and pushed himself to his feet. “Until you mess up.”