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Oo, that's actually a good idea since Ryan always liked Maserati. :] And I'll end it here if that's cool.
'Things that are meant to work out have a habit of doing so on their own.' Ryan thought about that. Did that mean she would just have to sit back and let life steer her whichever way it pleased? Or could she influence fate with her actions? Maybe she needed to coax certain things in her life in order for them to happen. Maybe if she wanted things to work with DaVinci, she would have to go to him. The cogs were turning.
Anselm would probably never know how amazing it felt to hear him say those words. Ryan smiled and leaned into him, feeling the dampness teasing her eyes. No tears would actually spill over and Ryan wasn’t sad, but her mind had decided what needed to be done. Though she didn’t realize, this would be the last time she spoke those five words for a long time. "I’ll always love you, dad." How wonderful it felt to say that one word again, especially. No, not love. Dad.
"Thanks." She tucked an auburn curl away from her face before letting her gaze wander to their forgotten meal. "How about we take some of this to Valkyrie before it goes completely cold?" Her daughter was no longer a little girl and didn’t need deliveries, but it would be an opportunity to spend a bit more time with her father. After all, the clock was ticking…
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