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I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside. For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface. Fearing to even leak out. I'd compromised to the moon and back.
" My hand shook when I took it from him. Even more when I realized it was a check. I opened it and blinked several times.
The number 2500 on the other side of the dollar sign stared back at me.
More deliberate with his movements. Pausing then digging in deeper before pulling back and repeating. I was so close. So fucking close.