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I shrug. “I won’t try to bullshit you.”
“So you’re not gonna fight to get her back?”
“I love her. That’s exactly why I’m not gonna fight to get her back.”
“Let’s say hypothetically the boss lets you walk. You’ve been a ‘manager’ of a social club for all these years. You gonna run an old folks’ home organizing shuffleboard?” He snorts.
“Tempting, but no. My plan’s to become a chef and open my own restaurant. I won’t step on your toes here in AC; there’s a building in Surf City I’ve got my eye on,” I tell him. “Already put my house and Aldo’s bar on the market, and we’ve put in a bid. We’re all in.”
“This life, it’s in our blood.” Fabio pounds his heart with his fist. “What are the odds you can be a law-abiding citizen?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. I’m no longer the oddsmaker.”
He sighs in frustration. “Isn’t there anything I can say to change your mind?”
“No.”
“Then good luck.”
“You believe in luck?”
“Of course,” he says with conviction.
“Then thanks, skipper.”
Fabio walks to the door, pausing. “I’m gonna be pissed if I’m the one who has to pull the trigger.”
“In that case, pull it fast.”
Luna
“It’s so great that we’re neighbors!” Bridget sits on the foot of my bed as I pack.
“Yeah,” I say, throwing in an extra hoodie in my suitcase with exaggerated force.
“What’s wrong?”
Everything.“Nothing. I’m just a little nervous about the trip.” Which is true. I’ve never flown before, except with Vince on a private jet. I don’t have the first clue about navigating the airport. “I wish we were on the same flight.”
“Me too, but it works out us being able to share a hotel room to split the cost.”
“True.” Vince always handled the logistics of my tournaments. God, the man really was the general manager of my life.
She looks at her phone. “Ah, my ride’s here.”
“See, and we could’ve shared an Uber too.”
“Uh, not an Uber,” Bridget says.
“An Aldo? “
She giggles. “I’ll see you in St. Louis.”
“See you there.”
She walks back to her apartment, and I finish packing, rolling my suitcase to the living room.
The doorbell rings, and I wonder if Bridget forgot something.
