Chapter 32

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32 Tim pulled off his apron, tossed it to his mom like a bouquet of flowers, and wrapped himself up in one of her deep, warm hugs. His dad and a couple of the others grinned at him. They’d clearly known the strategy he’d played on his mom. He hugged her again. “Love you, Mama. More than your soup.” “More than my stew?” He smiled. He hadn’t heard the ritual in too long, six months since he’d last been home. “Well, not that much,” he completed it. “Good!” She patted his cheek as if he were twelve. “Then I have not lost my touch. Now you two go play. I have lunch to get ready.” Tim turned to Lola. “Wanna go for a run? Best way to see the city.” She had the oddest look on her face. He’d only seen her run once. After Viper had flown a twelve-hour mission, he’d hauled himself up on one o

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