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He purchased the ring with the bit of money he’d received from the mission, plus the little that remained in his account from before the prison. It was in a black velvet box, and he placed it in his jacket, setting it close to his heart. He had nothing left to do but to speak to her, to ask her the most important question of his lifetime. Gripp returned to the apartment he had been given, then tried to give her a call. April wasn’t answering, so he texted her instead. He wasn’t nuts about texting, it seemed so impersonal, but he wanted to get into contact with her as soon as possible. He really couldn’t wait any longer. Hi, honey, he wrote. I was curious if you had any plans for tonight. I would love to see you. Take you to dinner somewhere where we won’t be shot at. Gripp sent the mes
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