Chapter 75

“Well, go.” She gestured to the door. “Run after him. This is the right time. Perfect. You’ll never get another moment like this one. Leave it and it’ll…dilute. Trust me.”

Unsure what his sister knew about relationships, nevertheless, Rich felt the truth of her words. His first movements out of the chair were faltering. He made it halfway across the room, diverted back to the desk, rummaged in the drawer for a sheet of paper and turned to leave. By the time he reached the door, he was running.

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