“I’m sure they would.”
“No, they wouldn’t. I know a good man when I see one.”
“Here you go.”
Brad got out of the chair when Macy walked back in carrying a tray. He needed to get out of this house and town, because everything was getting way too personal for his liking.
“I’ll leave you two alone now and head back to the cabin.”
“Thanks again, Brad.”
“Sure, no worries, Harvey.”
This time Brad’s hand was squeezed in a surprisingly strong grip, and then he nodded to Macy and headed out the door. Standing on the doorstep, he inhaled.
“What the hell is happening to me?” He looked around.
He’d been there three days and had more emotion squeezed out of him than he had in a lifetime. It was time to go. He needed to get his life back on track, and get away from this place and its people.
“Tomorrow,” he muttered, heading down the street and back into town. He needed food, so he’d go to the supermarket and hide in the cabin for the rest of the day. If he was there no one could talk to him, expose him, or make him feel.
“Good day to you, Brad.”
“Walt.” Brad nodded to the man as he walked into the grocery store, almost like he’d done it every day for years.
I am not a local,he reminded himself.
“Brad.”
“Willow, how are you?”
Willow Harper was standing in the fruit section with a basket on her arm.
“Good, just getting Buster some supplies. I’ll be in touch about that sitting.”
“Sitting?”
Her head tilted slightly as she studied him.
“Your brother didn’t tell you?”
Brad shook his head.
“You and he are sitting for me. I’m an artist.”
“No, I know you’re an artist, not about the other part.”
“Oh right, well he said you’d both be happy to do it?”
“You responsible for all the artwork I see around this town?” Brad decided to change the subject.
Her smile was wide.
“You’re a talented lady.” He moved on so he didn’t have to commit to a time for the sitting. He wouldn’t be here long enough for that. “Catch you later.”
Speed shopping his way through the store, Brad reached the checkout ten minutes later. Thankfully no one else had approached him.
“You want milk?”
