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THE SUN was setting when I stepped out of my car. Feeling my stomach twisted, I forced myself to march towards the front door.
There’s no turning back, Skip.
I wanted to decline her invitation to her family dinner as it felt like I was overstepping. I’d been here before, but this time was different. I was dating Arella now, and something happened between us that quite affected her family. I didn’t know what to expect throughout the night, but I could take whatever they threw to me.
“Come in, son,” Davin, Arella’s father welcomed me with a warm smile.
I forced my words out, trying to be casual, then I shook his hand. “Thanks, Dave.”
Then his eyes landed on the bottle on my grasp. “Thank goodness! Someone brought good wine,” he chuckled, closing the door behind us. “They’re
