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On that, he agreed.
“I say have fun. Life is short, and you deserve to let your hair down and have a good time, Gabs. What’s the worst that can happen? You get some mind-blowing sex and have memories you cherish forever? Or you decide he’s worth staying for and you start a new life?”
She knew what could happen.
“Or I can fall in love, and he waves goodbye, and I never see him again.”
He hugged her.
“Don’t be negative. Love pops up when you least expect it. I wasn’t looking for my wife. I’d given up on love, and then, I met her. I mean, I had to get shot in the chest, and chase her down, but it all worked out.”
That it did.
“I like him. He has kind eyes, and that matters,” she admitted. “I’ve stared into cruel eyes, and I can’t do that again.”
He kissed her on the temple.
“If he yells at you, I’ll beat his ass and stick him in a crypt. I may be a doctor, but Elizabeth taught me how to defend myself long ago. I can hold my own.”
She laughed.
“Anthony Magnus, you’re non-violent. You cry when you have to blend your beetles. What you can do, and what you would do are two different things.”
He sighed.
“Don’t remind me. I have attachment issues. Sue me. I won’t beat his ass, I’ll call Elizabeth, and she will beat his ass. Better?”
Then again, Tony would kill for his wife and children, or his family, so maybe he would do it.
Gabby nodded.
“Absolutely.”
“Live it up, and let your heart lead. What he broke in you, can be fixed,” he said, knowing she’d know who the‘he’was in this situation.
Her ex.
Tony hoped she was going to have some fun. With Gabby, it was all FBI all of the time, and they knew she did that to hide.
From life.
“Go into the village tomorrow, and lure him to a hotel or something. Bang him in a car. Just have a good time and make a memory.”
She kissed him on the cheek.
“Like I already said, you’re a good egg, Anthony Magnus.”
They kept saying that.
As she walked away, Tony hoped she took his advice. Life was definitely too short.
Look at Duncan.
From the age of his bones, and the wear and tear, he didn’t live past fifty-five.
Someone had a damn hard life.
Chapter Five
