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“Maybe I’m tired.”

“Ryder.”

I pick up the menu.

She takes it out of my hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Rule five.”

Fuck.

“No lying to each other,” she reminds me.

“I remember.”

“Then?”

I look around the diner.

At the people pretending not to watch us.

“You don’t belong in this.”

“In breakfast?”

“In my shit.”

Her expression changes. “Your shit?”

“The gossip. My family. Cole. Everything.”

She sits back.

I already know I’m fucking this up.

I keep going anyway.

“The wedding is over.”

“Yes.”

“Evan knows you’re not sitting home crying over him.”

“I wasn’t sitting home crying before.”

“You know what I mean.”

Her eyes narrow.

“My dad’s estate is handled. The Indian is being shipped to my place in Idaho. There’s nothing else keeping me here.”

Something flashes across her face.

I hate it.