"Good for you. She was always too good for you, but maybe you've smartened up."
"Maybe."
"Don't mess it up."
"I'll try not to."
At the register, Jenny Miller—who'd graduated two years behind him—rang him up with a knowing smile. "So. You and Riley, huh?"
"Yep."
"That's really sweet. You guys were so cute together in high school."
"Thanks."
"My sister's in the city. She said Riley's job sounds awful. Her boss is known for trying to make everyone under her workaholics. Maybe she'll move back."
Grant's pulse kicked up. "Maybe."
"You should convince her. We need more people our age staying in town."
"I'll work on it."
He paid and escaped to his truck, but even driving back to the farm, he passed three people who waved and gave him thumbs up.
By the time he pulled into the driveway, his phone was buzzing nonstop.
Ryan: Bro, congrats! Why didn't you tell us sooner?
Emily: You and Riley are ADORABLE together!
Chris: Good luck, man. You're gonna need it.
Jenna: I'm so happy for you two! Let's do a double date soon!
And then, from his cousin in Denver:
Jake: Saw the Facebook post. You're famous, dude. Also, didn't know you had a girlfriend. Way to keep secrets.
Grant dropped his phone on the passenger seat and sat in the driveway, engine idling.
This was what they wanted. Everyone believing the lie. No more questions about why they were single. No more commentary.
Mission accomplished.
So why did it feel so wrong?
And why did so many people care whether or not he was in a relationship.
That evening,Grant was in the workshop when his phone rang. Riley.
"Hey," he answered.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was tight. "Because I'm not okay."
"What happened?"
"I went to the grocery store. The grocery store, Grant. Mrs. Ames cornered me in produce and asked when we're getting married."
