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“And then if it doesn’t work out, you’ve always got me to kiss.” He smiled.

“Well, thank you, Austin. Thank you so much.”

Chapter Sixteen

“So, tell me more about your mom. What sort of lady was she?” Austin spoke quietly, and I could tell from the look on his face that he was unsure if I would be willing to answer his questions. “I mean, if you feel comfortable, of course.” There was a look of genuine concern on his face. “I know it must be hard to talk about your mom.”

“It’s not as hard as you would think.” I gave him a soft smile. “My mom was amazing. She really lived and enjoyed her life and I love talking about her. She actually was the one that got me into photography. She was a brilliant photographer. She would go all over the city and she’d take photographs of buildings, and everyone would wonder if she’d been to a foreign country because she knew how to capture light and small little details that everyone else missed.”

“Do you have any of her photographs?”

“I have some on my phone.”

“I’d love to see them.”

“Sure.”

“So what else was she into?”

“She liked to make handbags, really fashionable designs out of snakeskin and leathers and suede. She would go to antique markets and buy like the oddest items and she’d use pieces of them in her designs.”

“That sounds really cool.”

“Yeah, she was a true artist.” I thought about my mom and her skills and I tried to not let the sadness fill me. “And she was a really wonderful mom, you know?”

“I can tell by the way you talk about her that you loved her very much. And she wasn’t with your dad, right?”

“No.” My voice went slightly colder. “My dad was an asshole, a true narcissist. All he cared about was getting laid.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. Unfortunately, I think there are a lot of men like that.”

“I’m not like that.”

“Well, I don’t know you well enough to know if you are or not.”

“True, you don’t. But I’m not like that and neither is Beau. Neither is Wyatt. None of the Hamilton men are like that. Our parents raised us with good values.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re all a catch, then. Perhaps.”

“We are,” he grinned. “The only thing is, do any of us want to get caught?”

“Sounds like you already know the answer to that one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It just means that I don’t think you want to get married, do you?”

“Most probably not.” He shrugged. “I’d love to live in this log cabin with just me and my dog.”

“No woman?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind a woman visiting every now and again.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t. It’s so beautiful here. So calm and peaceful.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You really feel like you’re one with nature when you’re here. I couldn’t imagine living in a big city.”

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