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Robbie nods with respect. “Well done, Nora Payne,” he says. “You did what I couldn’t do.”

“Couldn’t?” I ask.

“I guess I’m what your people would call a prude.”

“You?” I lean closer. “Prude?”

He turns up his hands. “Life’s complicated enough. I like to keep the bedroom simple. Melanie, on the other hand… she had her moments of panic. Won’t get into it now — but I’m happy for you! You look good.”

“Thanks.” I smile. “I’m feeling pretty good about it.”

“That’s all that matters.” He smirks. “So, what’d she say?”

“Say about what?”

His brow piques, hinting at something dirty.

“Oh.” I exhale, remembering. “Yes. You were right. She thinks about you.”

Robbie takes a smug breath, filling his lungs to the top. “Yeah, that’s the stuff worth living for,” he muses.

I tap my foot to spur some extra warmth. “How did you know I’d cave and ask her?”

He laughs. “Because any man who marries one of you marries all of you. I had to spend way too much time with you three. Now, I’m a perceptive young chap and I picked up on your personalities real quick so I can basically predict within a one-percent margin of error how you’ll react to most situations.”

I blink. “That’s creepy.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He nods. “But, on the bright side, when shit hit the fan with Melanie, I knew that she’d be okay because she had you guys to take care of her. I never got the chance to tell you before but I appreciate everything you did for her then.”

I tilt my head. “That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He smiles. “Take care of her tonight, will ya? She’ll need it.”

“We will.”

“See you around, Bubbles,” he adds, raising his bandaged hand to his forehead.

“Bye, Robbie.”

He performs a quick salute before he continues on down the sidewalk with his book by his side.

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