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Magdalena had been avoiding this moment for as long as she possibly could out of sheer stubbornness -- it was one of her more developed talents -- but it was inevitable. Her mother had been right; she was doing Cara a disservice by keeping her away from her father. So, she’d swallowed her pride -- as difficult as it had been -- and asked her parents to babysit while she spent a few hours on her own. There was no way she’d ever tell them what she had planned. Not if she wanted to continue living without the smug looks. The fact that the entire town had turned out to celebrate St Patrick’s Day had made it easier for her to sneak out without having to give much explanation. “You and I need to talk,” she began without much preamble after she’d spotted Graham. He hadn’t been that difficult to locate. Granted, she’d spent the better half of the day looking for him, too stubborn to simply send him a text message asking to meet. “I promise to be as civil as I’m capable of.”
