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“I suppose you scored at the genius level?”

“Yes, but just barely. There isn’t that much difference between where you and I scored.”

“Really?” Happiness glowed on his face. His brows lifted. “I wonder why no one ever told me?”

“I told you. I told you how smart you were.”

“Yeah. But I thought you were just being nice. You know, being a good tutor.”

“I’m not that nice a person.”

“Sure you are. You were always nice. I remember that day you took care of me when those guys attacked me. I don’t think anyone’s ever taken such great care of me since.”

She shuddered. That day. That fateful day that had led to their son.

Twenty years earlier

Brett jerked as Kathryn touched the warm washcloth to his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I have to clean it before I can help you.”

They sat together on the sofa in Kathryn’s living room.

“It’s okay. Just stings a little.”

“I know. Again, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Kath. I’m sorry you had to witness that. Sorry you had to be in the middle of it. All I wanted to do was protect you.”

“You did.”

“Hell no, I didn’t.”

“Well, you couldn’t do much when there were two gorillas holding you, could you? It doesn’t matter. We’re both okay and out of danger.”

“You shouldn’t have had to see that.”

“So they got the wrong guy. I know there’s mob around here. Everyone knows, Brett.”

“At least you don’t have a mob name.”

“Nope. I’ve got a Pollock name.”

Brett reddened. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry that I’m Polish? I’m not.”

“No. Geez. I mean sorry I used to call you a Pollock.”

“Everyone did. Polish jokes were the rage, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. Better a Zurakowsky than a Falcone. The mob’ll never mistake you for someone they’re after.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “I actually had that same thought today, during the whole thing. Never have I been so thankful for my Polish roots.”

He laughed with her. “Ow, that hurts!”

“Then stop laughing.” She smiled as she cleansed the rest of the dried blood from his cheek. “Now I just need some anti-bacterial ointment or something. There isn’t much blood. But you’re going to swell up, I bet.”


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