The Redemption of Rico D'Angelo
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Except for that brief moment back in the courtyard earlier. Then he’d looked as if he could sleep for fifty years.
She glanced up and winced at the concern in his eyes. She didn’t want him turning her into some paragon and sticking her on a pedestal titled ‘Exemplary Employee’. She’d only disappoint him. She expected that enough of his job was thankless as it was. She didn’t want to add to his load.
She forced back a sigh. ‘You asked me where my energy and my ideas came from...’
‘The question was rhetorical. I was trying to praise you.’
‘I know, and I appreciate it. You made me feel I was doing good work, making a difference in a good way.’ It had been a while since anyone had made her feel like that.
‘But...?’
She leaned towards him. She almost reached out to touch his hand. At the last moment she pulled back, though she couldn’t have explained why. ‘Rico, my dream is to own my own caf'e. For three and a half months I thought that dream was about to become a reality. I was scouting out premises. I was playing around with prospective menus. I got talking to people in the know about prospective staff. My mind was buzzing with ideas. But...’
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