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“Well. Yeah…”

Elio swoops in and hugs me. “Done, sister dearest.”

Well.

That was easier than I thought.

When the hug is done, Elio looks at me. “So. Are you marrying the Irish?”

“I don’t think he’ll have me,” I sigh.

“Good. I’d rather not have him for a brother-in-law anyway.”

I roll my eyes. “As if you get a say.”

“Of course I don’t, Gia. And I know better than to tell you what to do. But whatever you choose, I love you. And I will love my niece or nephew as much as I love you,” he grins.

I shrug. “Thanks, brother.”

With that, Elio leaves.

Sitting on the bed, I smile.

I guess that some things were a little easier than I thought.

34

SAL

Elio has a shooting range in his backyard.

Today, I am taking full advantage of that fact.

I have earmuffs over my ears. My eyes have protection on them.

And I’m absolutely pulverizing the target in front of me.

In my mind, it’s just a stand-in for all the things that I can’t control, and all the issues that I have with the world at large. It’s just me, shooting the hell out of everything that bothers me.

It’s no wonder that I don’t hear Elio come in.

He waits until I need to reload, then hits the button on the target that drags it closer to me. I turn, not realizing it’s Elio until I see him behind me.

I don’t say anything.

He steps forward and looks at the target. “Well. That’s one way to do it then.”

“What do you want?”

He looks at me square in the eye. “You’re going to be a father.”

Ah. “Gia told you?”

“She did. which begs the question as to why my own brother-in-law, and my second in command, did not?”

“That’s complicated.”

He sighs. “You know, you and Gia are two fucking peas in a fucking pod.”