I’d been reluctantly trying to push away from Denver Nights, and be responsible with my decisions. Not just for me. But for Beth too. In many ways, she’d felt the side effects as much as I had. Maybe even more.
Still…the idea had been planted.
By the time my dad and I’d finished the second bottle of wine, we’d actually come up with a pretty decent plan.
But we’d need the book first.
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