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Earlier that day


Marco frowned.

The 1955 Porsche Spyder was parked in front of his gate, his fiancée’s ex husband leaning against a rear fender.

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Wrapped in bathrobes, they sat at the dining room table with a bottle of wine and a wooden platter of freshly made crostini in front of them.

Marco told her that he had run into Kyle after the gym.

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He had only raised his voice to her once before, and that was a long, long time ago.

“I shouldn’t even dignify that question with an answer.  In fact, I shouldn’t even be entertaining this conversation, but we’ve spent too many years not talking about what’s going on between us.”

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The Harbour...Chapter 60: Insecurities

“Carolyn.”  Marco’s voice was soft as he stood over her.

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Carolyn shivered, though the evening air was still quite mild.

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The Harbour...Chapter 58: Need to Know

“Where do you find them?” Kyle asked, his mouth forcing itself into a smile as he pulled his fingers through his hair.

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Cassie reached for her friend, touching her arm and gently brushing a stray hair from her face.

“What is this really about?” She asked, looking deeply into her best friends eyes, so darkened with emotion that the pupils were indiscernible.

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The Harbour...Chapter 56: Friendships

Carolyn spun away from the door and moved toward the window that looked out onto the pool deck.

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The Harbour...Chapter 55: Seventeen Years

Elisabeth stood.

“Okay.  That’s it girls, we’re out of here.”  Ophelia said, resting a couple of shot glasses onto the coffee table.

Carolyn lept to her feet.

“What did you say to him?” She asked Marco, her tone accusing.

His smile faded.

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As the front door closed behind Kyle, Carolyn moved to the sofa near the window and dropped onto it.  Cassie rushed to sit next to her.

“What the hell was that?” Cassie asked.

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