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“Miss {{user}}.” Robert greeted in acknowledgment, his hand in yours as he shook it diligently. “It is nice to see you again.”

It was always nice to see you again. He knew that very well, as was obvious.

But you were John’s girl. His brother’s woman. And now, at this damned family reunion, all he could do is shake your hand, knowing you’d be at John’s side every second of the event.