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“You can cancel.”

“No.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.”

“Why you do this?”

I glared at him, refusing to answer.

“Why you not give yourself time? Where is the hurry?”

I went back to eating.

He huffed. “All I do is sit here asking questions, my dick in my ear.”

“Hand.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ‘my dick in my hand.’”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Why? Dick in hand is a good thing.”

“That’s not—it’s having your dick out. Caught with your pants down. Unprepared. Can we just eat?”

He pursed his lips. “Dick in ear is better.”

That got a smile out of me. I said, more earnestly, “I’m moving on. I told her how I felt, she walked away. It’s done.”

He put his fork down like he was going to say something he’d been wanting to say. “You admit she is your Forever now?”

“Yes.” I held up a hand. “But I wasn’t hiding it from you. Maybe from myself, but not from you.”

“You told her, eh?”

“I did.”

“What did she say?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“It was a silent walk to the pensione.”

I finished my last bite of steak, but it tasted metallic now. “I asked her to work it out with me. To understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That I could compartmentalize. Do both.”

“You told her you could be together and still be the Casanova?”

“Yes.”

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