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graduated.”
    “That’s right, they did—”
    “You really think the gal’s serious?” his father wedged in, clearly done with the small talk.
    “Why wouldn’t she be?”
    “Because she’ll probably go bankrupt in the process?”
    “I’m guessing that’s not an issue,” Patrick said, which got a brow lift from his father. “She more or less indicated that money’s no object. In any case, you got some time later this week?”
    “Me? What do you need me for?”
    Patrick had learned a lot since coming on board almost a year before, but he was still a rookie. And it was his dad’s business. “It’s looking to be a big job. I can design it, sure, but you’re the expert at discussing time frames and giving estimates. Besides, people trust you—”
    “That’s a load of bull and you know it.”
    “About people trusting you?”
    His father gave him a hard look. “No.”
    “Only trying to keep you in the loop,” Patrick said, focusing again on his lunch.
    “That’s what cell phones are for—”
    “I remember those girls as all being such pretty little things,” his mother said, rising to clear Lilianna’s bowl and cup. “The one who’s sticking around—she grow up okay?”
    “For God’s sake, Kate,” his dad said with a heavy sigh.
    “What? I’m just making conversation, honestly! And you’re the one pushing the boy to handle this on his own!”
    Shoveling in another bite, Patrick let them bicker. Really, God love them for encouraging him to put himself back out there, to find a girl smart enough to appreciate him for who he was, for their refusal to accept his appearance as an impediment to that goal. Too bad he had no intention of following their well-intentioned advice. He’d taken enough risks—and suffered the consequences—for a lifetime, thank you. But it wasn’t until he’d stopped fighting so hard to prove to himself, and everyone else, that nothing had changed that he’d finally learned to accept that everything had.
    And with that acceptance came a kind of peace, one that had barely begun to release him from the guilt and the self-pity, the nightmares he’d thought would choke him for the rest of his life. That first morning he’d awakened and realized he’d slept through the night he’d wept with gratitude. So for damn sure he’d hang on to that peace with everything he had in him. Not only for his sake, but for his daughter’s, who deserved at least one coping parent.
    One with both feet firmly planted in what was, not what should have been.
    Or might be—
    Patrick’s cell rang. He dug it out of his shirt pocket, only to frown at the unfamiliar number before bringing the phone to his ear. “Patrick Shaughnessy—”
    “Mr. Shaughnessy, it’s April Ross.”
    His stomach jumped; there was more Southern in her voice than he remembered, something sweet and smoky that tried its damnedest to get inside him.
    And letting his parents listen in to the conversation was not happening. He pushed away from the table to stalk out of the kitchen and down the hall.
    “Ms. Ross. What can I do for you?”
    “Would tomorrow morning work for you to come out? It occurred to me, what with it already being the end of October, we should probably get going as soon as possible. Don’t you agree?”
    This said as though her bolting like a scared rabbit had never happened. Interesting.
    “Tomorrow would be fine. Around nine?”
    “Perfect. We’ll see you then.”
    We .
    Replacing his phone, Patrick continued into his parents’ jam-packed living room where Lili sat in front of the brick fireplace, holding a one-sided conversation with a bevy of beat-up dolls. At his entrance, she grinned up at him, and, as usual, his heart swelled. God, he loved this kid.
    For her sake, he’d forced himself to smile again. To laugh. To appreciate the good in life and not give the bad the time of day. Trying to set a good example, like his parents had done for him. He squatted beside her, cupped her