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Chapter 6
what I would do if I lost you.”
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, a little bit of brick dust isn’t
going to slow me down.” She was looking at the man she knew,
the cockney confidence king who could sell ice to the eskimos for
a rich profit, the man who could talk his way out of the gates of
hell, looking like a lost orphan, scared and vulnerable.
“All of these years I’ve known you Rose, I’ve never... well, I
haven’t... oh, you know what I mean. “
“No Jimmy, I don’t know what you mean. What are you trying
to say?”
“I love you damnit, I really love you”
“Language Jimmy” Rose was having a little fun trying to get
his mind off the events from earlier. “I know you do. Why has it
taken you so long to tell me?”
Because I’m a whimp. Nothing terrifies me in this world, just
you.”
Rose smiled at him, for the first time since she had known him,
he was showing his heart. His true self. She moved into his arms
and kissed him. A lingering kiss that would let him know that she
felt the same. A smile appeared on his face.
“Merry Christmas Jimmy.”
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