Then she glances over again, right at me.
This time, there’s curiosity in it.
My heart gives another stupid thump.
I could keep sitting here.
I could let this be a passing moment and tell myself it’s none of my business.
That’s what I always do.
That’s the whole trick of my life: drive in, touch something warm, drive out before it can become an anchor.
But I’m in town for a week.
And this new woman in town is sitting ten feet away with a smile that could either save me or ruin me.
Casper nudges me under the table again.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “Say hi, darlin’.”
I glare at him. “Don’t call me darlin’.”
He beams. “Couldn’t help it.”
Cyrus is quieter, but it lands. “If you don’t, someone else will.”
That does it.
Not jealousy, though a flicker of that ugly green thing does spark under my ribs, surprising me.
More … urgency.
I don’t want the first person in this town to make June feel seen to be someone who doesn’t deserve her trust.
I set my slice down.
Wipe my hands.
Slide out of the booth.
Casper watches me with the satisfaction of a man who loves a good story. Cyrus watches me, probably taking mental notes for later.
I walk toward June’s booth at an easy pace, approaching as a normal man and not someone who’s been on the road so long he’s forgotten how to be in a room.
Millie spots me first and grins. “Hey, Rex! Didn’t know you were back in town.”
June turns slowly.
Her eyes widen a fraction.
That same caution flickers again, fast.
I stop a respectful distance away and tip my head.
“Hey there,” I say. “Good to see you, Millie. You must be June.”
June blinks. “I… yeah.”