“You ain’t runnin’ again with Micah, are you?”
“Where else would I be runnin’?”
My brows furrow as I soak in her white tank top that snugs at her curvy frame, then her jean shorts that aren’t shorts but an eye-turning neon sign for every person in this town with eyeballs.
Her long, light brown hair aimlessly curves around her shoulders and spine as she patiently waits for Sherry to get her order, in no hurry but the present.
“You know better,” Sherry lightly scolds. “I thought you got out of this town to keep yourself on the straight and narrow.”
“And leave Micah?” She moves her head to the side as if the idea is ludicrous. “You know that’d be crazy, right?”
“Not crazier than you comin’ back and stirrin’ up trouble again.”
“I never stirred up trouble, Sher. That was all Luca.”
“And that’s why we all told ya to get out of town because you could do better than him.”
Oh God.
Did I just run into another one of his ex-girlfriends?
I’m going to throw myself out in the middle of the road.
“And I did,” the woman quips. “But you know I just can’t help myself. Micah and I have always been inseparable.”
Sherry grunts and walks over to me, softly putting my mug back in front of me, which gives me something to do while eavesdropping. “I see you can’t help yourself.”
“Never could. I always come back.”
“That wasn’t a compliment, honey,” Sherry lightly scolds, retrieving two carryout cups. “You being here is going to be the talk of the town again.”
The woman shrugs. “I’m used to that.”
“He’s doin’ good with his son. Don’t mess it up.”
My stomach drops amid their back and forth, and I need to go.
I swear, every time I try to relax, I’m reminded of Micah.
“You know I love that boy,” the woman says.
“I’m sure you do.” Sherry suddenly jerks her head to me. “That’s his teacher.”
Crap.
The woman’s blue eyes flick over to me, and I feel my body coil into itself because there is no way I’d be survivinga conversation with one of the women Micah has had a relationship with.
“Miss Vesper?”
How does she know my name?!!
I bite the inside of my lip as I swallow my hot coffee while nodding, “That’s me.”
The woman doesn’t smile.
Instead, she drops her gaze and studies me like we’re in competition with each other.
“Did you say one slice of peach cobbler?” Sherry asks.
