“It’s good you two patched things up,” Milo said, his voice so low she hardly heard him.
“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, we finally figured things out.”
His jaw clenched.
“Was that all?”
Hanna flinched, the chill in his tone so foreign. Her hand came to her chest, pushing on the tattoo shuddering beneath.
“I’ll see you guys in Sonoma,” he muttered, throwing a twenty down on the table.
“Milo,” she huffed, but he was already gone.
She got her coffee to go, her shoulders collapsing under the tension as she crossed the street.
“The fuck was that?” Logan asked as he slid her suitcase into the trunk. Sara leaned against the hood.
“Why’s he so mad?” she asked.
Hanna shrugged, pulling his shirt tighter around her. She tossed her purse in the back of Logan’s car and flopped into the back with Sara as Matty rounded the front and dropped into the driver’s side.
“It’s his dad’s birthday,” he said. “Give him a pass.”
Sara leaned over, resting her head on Hanna’s shoulder, and rubbed her arm.
“He’ll come around, babe.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
“You look so great,” Sara whispered to her on the DeBrunes’ sun-soaked patio.
Hanna had missed the sprawling winery’s gorgeous views. Marcia flitted around, topping off while everyone settled into two long tables set up for the rehearsal dinner that evening. For lunch, though, it was just the parents and kids.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Milo was included, but Hanna tensed all the same when he popped out of the house and rolled his linen sleeves up over those fucking tattoos.
She wondered briefly where Chloe was, but pushed the thought aside to focus on Sara who handed her a glass of pale yellow wine and said something, but Hanna heard nothing as Milo sat down directly across from her at the table.
It wasn’t really his choice, she realized. Marcia had organized the table to keep all the kids on one end and the parents and grandparents on the other. She could see it, the pain lingering on his skin, like a cut she thought was finally healed, just to move too quickly and tear the scab open.
Hanna swallowed a gulp of her wine. “Okay so, what do you need from me tonight to help things go as smoothly as possible?”
Sara shrugged. “Honestly, Hanna, I think the staff has everything handled. I feel like we should be more stressed, but it’s all shaping up.”
She sipped her wine, her eyes landing on Matty. Hanna watched as he made a face and Sara’s lips parted again.
“Actually,” she continued, “I do need a huge favor.”
Hanna nodded. “Sure. Whatever it is, I can do it.”
Sara watched Matty while she spoke. “When I was unpacking, I realized that I completely forgot to bring my deodorant. Do you think you could run into town and pick some up at that Safeway?”
Hanna could already sense where she was going.
“You can just use mine if you need to?”
Sara frowned. “Is it an antiperspirant?”
“Yep,” Hanna said shortly. Milo did not deserve whatever scheme they’d cooked up.
