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It was a bad idea. Such a bad idea. Yet Rico couldn't stop himself. She wasn't just the mother of his child, she was Mindy. Dangerous, deadly, amazingly hot, brilliant Mindy. He'd been damn lucky in meeting her, everything he found himself attracted to in a girl and not bloodthirsty with a life vendetta against his family. How could he let Valentine's day go?
So it was he set things up. Candles everywhere, scented with vanilla, the table done up with linen and china, real silver and crystal. All on the rooftop of the Baxter building like that first night. It was almost chilly and he'd actually set up heaters to take care of her and keep her warm. All to take care of Mindy.
Then he'd texted and asked her to meet him there. Waiting in a suit jacket and jeans, his hair a mess, and a bottle of sparkling apple juice on ice in a silver bucket. All waiting.
So it was he set things up. Candles everywhere, scented with vanilla, the table done up with linen and china, real silver and crystal. All on the rooftop of the Baxter building like that first night. It was almost chilly and he'd actually set up heaters to take care of her and keep her warm. All to take care of Mindy.
Then he'd texted and asked her to meet him there. Waiting in a suit jacket and jeans, his hair a mess, and a bottle of sparkling apple juice on ice in a silver bucket. All waiting.