He shouldn't have been so impulsive.
Just the fact that Claudia had allowed him into her apartment and let him have dinner with her family was already a tremendous blessing for him.
Her parting words were just polite courtesy. Even if there was a sliver of genuine feeling behind them, it had nothing to do with love.
He shouldn’t have gotten greedy and wished for more.
—
Late that night, at Blue Bay.
Peter was leaning against the front door of York’s apartment, watching him step out of the elevator.
They went inside.
York took off his jacket and sank onto the sofa, exhausted. “What are you waiting for me for at this hour?”
Peter stared at him. “You went to the Watkins family’s place tonight?”
York glanced at him. “If you’re so bored, why don’t you just marry Darleen and start having kids.”
Peter sat down next to him. “Me having kids is just a matter of time. Whether you’ll ever have kids of your own, well, that’s another story.”
York shoved him away in mock disgust and moved to sit on the opposite sofa.
Peter wasn’t offended. “The deaths of Ann and her mother, the James family’s complete departure from Capital City, the fall of the Quinn family, and the Windsor family quietly letting things go… Everything went according to your plan. You were the one pulling the strings behind it all, weren’t you?”
York poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Peter. “You’re overthinking it.”
He neither confirmed nor denied it, and Peter didn’t press the matter.
Peter put his glass down. “Want me to set something up? Create some opportunities for you and Claudia?”

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