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Paul was seated on a picnic mat in the park in front of their old home, where Wendy and the children now lived. Lauren handed him a bread roll. “Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”
“Thanks, honey.” He looked at the roll. “Have you been baking?”
Lauren flushed. “Baking is a nice break from studying.”
“Bet your brother doesn’t mind,” Paul gave Ben a wink.
“Nope, and she makes enough for me to share. Now my friends all want me to introduce her to them.”
“They’re too young for me,” Lauren said, passing round the butter. “Help yourself to whatever you like.”
“Lauren’s got a boyfriend,” Ben chanted.
“Have not,” she said, swatting his shoulder. “Just someone to go to the formal with.”
Paul raised his eyebrow at Lauren.
“I met him at some of my hockey games. His twin sister is on my team.” She
