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She grasped both his hands in hers and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Vinny.” He held on to her hands and raised them one by one to his lips. There was no sign of the bantering, carefree young man who loved to tease. “You shouldn’t thank me. I have brought you nothing but grief.”

“How can you say that? You are my dear—” She stopped and looked up at him. He was waiting for her to continue, but she could not. The word brother stuck in her throat.

He said it for her. “Brother?”

“No. Not brother. Not even stepbrother. That was a game we played to amuse everyone.”

“And the time for games is past,” he said quietly, holding her hands to his chest, where she could feel his heart beating almost as quickly as her own. “You know, I have been waiting for you to grow up….”