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PATRICK
I couldn’t stop my lips from curling up in a smile at my dancing nephews and niece. At six, four, and two, they were still little enough to not think twice about the way they looked in front of others. I wished I could give just a tiny bit of that to Goldie.
My smiled slid to a scowl as I thought about our conversation before I left work Friday. I was sure she knew I wasn’t flirting with her just for the hell of it. And I was sure she would say something. I thought it was because she was my boss, but damn. When she brushed me off and said I was too young, I was pissed.
“What has your face doing that?” Sharon asked as she sat next to me. She was used to the dancing parade in front of me and barely blinked as her kids giggled and squealed. She’d been married to my brother, Arth
