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If you believe in Jesus, God loves you and blesses you.

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Believe in Jesus and God will love and bless you.

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I'm sorry, Unnie," Mi-ri said, looking like she felt terrible having to break the news. "He tried everything he could. How's the trip otherwise? You look tired.""We've been busy," she said, smiling, watching the younger girl's face and being rewarded by a fleeting smirk that obviously meant I bet you have. She'd catch her up on details soon, probably over soju after court on Friday night, jetlag be damned."Tell him hi for us," is all she said. "Especially from Mr. Ahn. See you soon."Soon, indeed. Too soon. And just like that, the visit that still had another week and a half to go was nearly over, just as they'd been settling into it.Mr. Nam had tried, he really had, but Cha Young's in-court antics had earned her both a reputation and a short leash, so the schedulers weren't interested in why, this time, the new date really did present problems for her. She sighed, and navigated the secured computer to the airline website to change her return flight so she was departing the next afternoon. She could always come back in two weeks, she supposed, now that that case had been moved up. If Vincenzo had those dates free. And if she didn't get anything else moved on her. And if her travel here wouldn't raise red flags and out his location. Or make her a target by his enemies. Or... Damn it. There were always so many 'ors'.Growing up, she'd promised herself she wasn't ever going to be in a relationship like her parents' - two busy professionals who seemed to have only the scantest of time for one another, which they squeezed into the small spaces between court dates, surgical rotations, late night client meetings, teaching, and long medical seminars. Cha Young wasn't doing any of that when she grew up. No, she'd find herself someone who worshipped the very ground she walked on, someone who couldn't bear to be away from her for any length of time for any reason, someone who'd see separation from her as a miserable exile. Exile, come to think of it, pretty closely described this, she couldn't help but think. This thing they'd done together now for the almost eighteen months that had elapsed since he fled the country under an assumed name. Shit.Somehow, despite her goals, what she'd ended up with was a mafia boss who lived on the other side of the globe and who had so many worldwide arrest warrants out for him that he couldn't so much as call her to ask how her day had been without getting five IT guys, the Korean intelligence agency , and a hacker involved. Visiting him here was even more complex an operation, and now she had to cut the trip short. Well. He did worship her, at least. That much she'd gotten right. And for a couple of days in the middle of these trips, if she squinted hard enough, it all almost looked the way she'd always wanted her love life to go. She sighed and rose to leave, her return flight now settled for 1:00 pm the next day, and the clock back to ticking loudly.The guards stationed outside the door to the communications room bowed slightly as she exited. Almost everyone here did that, like she were royalty of some kind. She'd be lying if she didn't admit she loved it; they didn't even do that with him, and it was his island. As she left, the guards told her Vincenzo had gone with Luca for coffee, so she started back that way intending to intercept them. Some caffeine might help. Mi-ri's eye was keen; Cha Young did feel a little under the weather. She never managed to get past the jet lag this trip for some reason. Normally, by the third day, she would be synced with the new time zone, but not this time. She tried not to let it make her question whether it wasn't just jetlag but the whole damn situation - the compounding effect of love and distance and longing - that was running her down.She stepped out into the bright morning sunlight and squinted as her eyes adjusted to it. She caught sight of Luca and Vincenzo walking and talking together - their black-on-black-on-black suits, shirts, and ties standing in stark contrast to the sun-dappled tropical setting. Luca, she understood - you dressed the way the boss did, if you were smart about your career, even in a job like this. But why did Vincenzo dress like that here? Who was he trying to impress? And he called her theatrical.She smiled at them both, and her smile grew at the sight of the iced coffee in Luca's hands. They hadn't seen her yet, but she could tell even from a distance that they were talking about her from their body language - leaning furtively together, Luca's rueful smile, and the private one tugging at Vincenzo's lips. She felt bad for the news she was about to deliver. No matter what, though, they were still going to the beach today, damn it.~~~~~They did end up going. He'd even buckled under her sulking and moping and, for once, left all his books, papers, and even cell phone behind in his office and indulged her in swimming and lounging together under the shade umbrella. She'd reward