“Yep,” the woman deadpans, not bothering to acknowledge her with another sweet glance because she is taking way too much interest in me.
Openly.
And rudely.
“You don’t want one?”
“That’s my piece,” she replies. “If Micah wants one, he can fight me for it.”
She flicks her eyes up at that exact moment as if passing along a silent message. That she knows who I am, and I havezeroclue why Micah would tell her anything about me.
Unless he was trying to be genuine about what he’s been up to while this woman has been gone.
Because I’ve never seen her a day in my life in Magnolia Ridge.
“Well, whoever loses will need to wait another hour because Tom is back there makin’ another.”
“We can share,” the woman replies, peeling her attention off me as Sherry places a white bag in front of her. “Thanks.”
“Be good now,” Sherry calls out to her as she quickly takes the things and waltzes out of the diner.
“Can’t promise you a thing,” she calls back when the bells chime with the opening of the door.
And she’s gone.
27
MICAH
“You’re a dick.”
Lucy smiles at me out of my peripheral, stabbing her plastic fork intomypeach cobbler thatIasked for while I drive us over to the baseball field. “That’s my admission for having to deal with yourex.”
Frowning, I steal a glance at her, then back at the dirt road. “What are you talking about?”
“MissVesper.”
Oh, geezus fucking Christ.
I regret telling my sister anything, all the time, but I still do the shit. Call it moments of weakness, but I’ve already filled Zoe in with all the details about how shit didn’t work out, and my romantic getaway ended up with me driving her back home the same night.
I gave my neighbor the groceries I bought because I didn’t feel like eating the shit I picked out by myself.
“Small town, Luc,” I remind her, gripping the steering wheel harder. “Remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” she coos. “How many times do I need to tell you to stop sleeping with women in town.”
“I didn’tknowshe was from town,” I chide. “I told you that.”
“Yes, but you stilldidit, didn’t you? You can’t help yourself. Something about you justlovesmaking things harder for yourself.”
True.
However, it wasn’t intentional.
For the millionth time.
Clearing my throat, I can’t help but ask, “Did she say something to you?”
