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Dominic
Two weeks later and I’d like to say my life is better than it was with Val in it, but it’s not. Thoughts of her consume me, but that’s no surprise. She’s not been mine more than she’s been mine over the years. I should be used to it by now.
“The final paperwork is here.” Ash sets the envelope on my desk. “You’re officially single again.”
“Thanks.” I nod toward my inbox, not taking my fingers off the keys.
“Can I just say—”
“No. I know you’re Team Val.”
“But—”
I stop and lean back in my chair. “It’s over. We’re not good for one another.”
“Are you sure about that? Because you’re always the happiest when she’s in your life.”
“And look at me when she runs out of my life.”
Ash sighs. “The two of you need a big long talk.”
“We had one of those and now we have these.” I pick up the envelope and drop it into the trash basket.
“Hey, Ash!” Carm bursts into my office with Enzo right behind him. Carm gives Ash a quick hug. “I’m assuming the dickhead here has time for us?”
“He has all the time you want.” Ash smiles and leaves, waving to Enzo.
My brothers each take a chair.
“You didn’t rock, paper, scissors on who was going to talk to me, did you?” I eye Enzo since he always loses.
“We figured this would take both of us,” Enzo says.
“You’re being a jackass,” Carm says.
“You don’t have to concern yourself with it.” I glance at the clock. “It’s Thursday. Why aren’t you at the Trading Post?”
“We came to pick you up and we might hijack the taxi to take us to Val’s.”
“I invited Blanca.” I stand, grabbing my jacket, and put it on.
“You what? Why?” Carm says with a look of horror.
“Because she’s a Mancini and she’s old enough to be at our Thursday lunches.” I open my office door and signal for them to leave.
“I can’t talk about Bella and me screwing in front of Blanca, and I sure as hell don’t want to hear about her sex life.”
“Good, then I did us all a favor,” I say and follow them out the door.
“Relax. It’s Blanca. It’s only fair,” Enzo says.
Twenty minutes later, we’re at the restaurant. Blanca’s already arrived and has her drink. She’s not at our usual table, but that’s okay. We can fill her in on what we usually do.
“I thought you assholes stood me up. Like some lame initiation thing,” she says.
“Sorry.” I slide into the booth next to her. “They tried to ambush me at my office.”
