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“Do you think he’s…dangerous?” she asked.

Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking.

“Aunt Trixi, please don’t do this.”

She got up and hugged me. “It’s only a week. And if you need help at the club, I’m sure Andrew will lend a hand.”

My jaw dropped. “I don’t want him there. He could talk to the ladies and…and…”

“He could do that any time. Andrew is an intelligent man, Anne. I don’t think he needs to speak to anyone at the club to decide what he wants. But what I’m hoping is that during this week, you think about what you want. And once you know what that is, don’t hesitate. Life is too short to hold back. Trust me. I wish I had more time with Carl.”

I know they were divorced, but neither remarried or even dated anyone else. Although it was never said, I had a feeling that they were still involved, in love. I wish you guys had more time, too.

“Are you leaving right now?” I asked. Trixi nodded. “Don’t you want to stay and see Andrew before you leave?” Trixi shook her head. Damn it. “When you come back you’re going to find that there really wasn’t any need for you to leave in the first place.”

“I highly doubt it.” She grabbed her purse and said, “Text me if you need me.”

“Even though you’re frustrating as hell, I love you, Aunt Trixi.”

She turned and gave a huge smile. “See? I knew you’d forgive me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I joked. We both knew that all we wanted was the best for each other. It’s just that right now, Aunt Trixi and I weren’t on the same page. A week alone with Andrew wasn’t going to develop into some wild romance. More likely we’ll be at each other’s throats.

I stood in the doorway and watched her car disappear down the driveway. I can’t believe she really left. A concerning feeling bubbled in my chest - a part of me was glad Trixi had left after all.

Oh God. She’s right. I don’t know what I want anymore.

But a week with Andrew certainly wouldn’t help me find out. Would it?

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