Chapter 9
Lionel handed me a lobster. “Try it. It’s our chef’s specialty.”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
The Rineharts had that cozy, wholesome vibe–like, instant comfort. By dessert, I actually felt… okay.
After dinner, Aunt Sophia gave me a little shove toward the patio.
“Yuna.”
Lionel’s voice–low, smooth–floated over from behind me.
He was standing in the glow like some kind of angel. Annoyingly perfect.
I crossed my arms. “What? Here to roast my ex or my trash taste in guys?”
He laughed, then gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why would I mock you? You didn’t wreck your
“Lionel…”
His smile messed with my head. My heart was basically a marching band.
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marriage-
-he did.”
We didn’t say anything. Just stood there on the porch while crickets did
thing in the background.
“Yuna,” he said quietly, “I’m honestly glad you finally saw Peter for who he is.”
I turned, caught off guard.
He chuckled, soft and low.
Then-“Because now I finally get to stand next to you and say… Yuna, I’ve liked you for
I just stared, totally stunned. His eyes met mine, full of something warm and real.
“Know why I became a lawyer?”