CHAPTER 8
As soon asKori stepped back out onto Main Street after dinner, the cold hit her. Her belly was full—and satisfied—but her concern only intensified with every moment that passed.
If Kori was cold out here in a coat and hat, how did Mackenzie feel? Wherever she was . . . was she warm? Was she safe?
Wyatt paused and turned toward her. “If it’s okay, I’ll drive you back to Hollow House now so I can see that laptop.”
“Of course.”
She took a step, and her foot slipped out from beneath her.
Just as she felt herself falling, Wyatt caught her elbow. He helped her remain upright.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him. “I thought I was steadier on my feet than that. Thank you.”
“Of course. It got slippery fast out here.”
“Yes, it really did.” She turned toward his truck when someone on the sidewalk in the distance caught her eye.
She sucked in a breath.
The tall, thin man was half a block away, striding toward them with a woman at his side.
Her stomach dropped.
Flint.
She straightened and kept her expression neutral, guarded.
She’d hoped she wouldn’t run into him.
She should have known better. In a town this small, the chances were slim that their paths wouldn’t eventually cross.
Flint seemed to spot Wyatt first, and an easy smile stretched across his face. “Hey, Wyatt. Didn’t expect to see you out tonight.”
“Just grabbing some dinner.”
Then Flint’s eyes moved to her, and his smile dropped. “Kori? I didn’t know you were in town.”
“I got here this afternoon.” She kept her voice—and her gaze—even.
He seemed to remember himself then, and he gestured beside him. “Sorry. Where are my manners. This is Dana. Dana, this is Kori and Wyatt.”
Kori nodded hello and observed the woman a moment. Tall, fair-haired, composed. Based on their body language—the way Dana leaned toward Flint—they were a couple.
Did Dana know about Flint’s past? About what his decisions said about his character? Or was he still hiding that from her—just like he’d hidden it from Kori?
Wyatt’s brow wrinkled. “You two know each other?”
“Kori and I actually went to Virginia Tech together.” Flint kept his voice smooth and easy.
Kori didn’t add anything to his statement. The less details Wyatt knew, the better.
The whole situation between the two of them had been devastating . . . and humiliating.
Wyatt glanced at her long enough to register there was more to that sentence than its words. Then he moved on.
Thank You, Jesus.
