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Once again, Zach walks away.

Now to decide how many ways I can kill Wyatt. He knew this was going to happen. It was bad enough seeing Zach, but seeing him with Felicia—torture.

“Dance with me.” I step out of his grasp.

“I’m about to pay for this, aren’t I?”

“Yup.” I turn without another word.

We head off to the dance floor and a part of me crumbles again. Wyatt takes my hand in his and pulls me against his body. “Don’t knee me in the balls or something, please.”

Our bodies move to the music as he leads me around the floor. He’s lucky I haven’t stomped on his feet. “Why would you let me walk in like this?” My voice is filled with anger. “How could you not tell me?”

He spins me as our feet shuffle in time. “Would you have come?”

“No! That’s the damn point.” I shove his hand, and he laughs.

“Look, you were going to see him eventually. This town is way too small, and this way, Trent and I were here.”

“I’m so mad at you. You have no idea. You should’ve warned me. You should’ve told me he was here. If you were my friend,” I pause, “I wouldn’t have been blindsided.”

He shakes his head, clearly not agreeing. “I’ve always been your friend. I’ll always be your friend. But you’ve got a thick head, and sometimes you’re going to have to trust me.” Wyatt looks over toward the bar and smirks. “Right now, my brother is ready to rip my arms off and feed them to me.” I glance over where Zach is shooting daggers at Wyatt as we dance. Wyatt’s hands move lower toward my ass as he spins us again, breaking my view. “Payback’s a bitch.”

“That’s what this is?”

Wyatt’s light brown eyes bore into mine. “I would never use you for payback. Ever. I wouldn’t think of you that way. You’d be the reward.” My breath hitches, and I try to decipher what he means. Is he saying he thinks of me as more? Does he have feelings for me still? No. He couldn’t. He must sense my panic, because he continues, “I’m just saying this isn’t some game. Your friendship isn’t something I’d fuck up for fun.”

“I know that.”

“Good.”

When the music stops, he bends in a dramatic bow. “I’m still pissed.”

He chuckles. “You’ll get over it. Just like you’re over him.” His chin raises in the direction of the bar. I’m a fool if I look, but I’ve always been stupid when it comes to Zach. He leans against the railing, staring at me while Felicia vies for his attention. When our gazes lock, everything disappears.

There’s no one else in the room, this town, or this world right now.

Zach and I might be over, but my heart doesn’t seem to care. I’m deluding myself if I think otherwise.

But I’ll never go there again.

I remember why I’m here. The reason my life is now on the path I’m traveling. Zach left, I met Todd, and this is the consequence.

 

 

I AWAKE THE NEXT MORNING with a killer headache. It was exhausting trying to avoid Zach all night. I ducked out pretty early. Thankfully Grace offered to take me home.

Not wanting to wallow in my fury of conflicting emotions, I decide to head into town to get a few office supplies. I’m lucky that most of the town is at church so I can get around undetected.

Or maybe not.

“Oh, my God! Presley?” a woman shrieks as I exit my car. “Is that you?”

I turn to see one of my high school girlfriends. “Emily Underwood!” I pull her into a hug. “You look amazing!” Her blonde hair hangs to the middle of her back, and she’s ridiculously skinny. She was always pretty, but she’s stunning now.

“Thanks.” She fixes her shirt. “I’ve been singing up in Nashville, so lookin’ good kind of helps get you a gig in that town.”

“That’s awesome. I know you loved to sing when we were kids.”

She sang in every play, chorus, and at church for as long as I can remember. Her mother and mine are close friends. Well, everyone who’s the same age here are close friends.

Emily shrugs. “I can’t seem to stop. It’s my passion.”

We start to walk down the sidewalk. “That’s really great, Em. I’m so happy you’ve found something you love.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “What about you? What the hell are you doing back in Bell Buckle?”

Oh, just trying to not go insane. “Had some things happen, needed a change.” I don’t want to explain it anymore.

“Good for you. Oh, my God!” Her voice gets very dramatic. “Have you seen Zach?” Her eyes alight with wonder. “He’s gotten so good looking. I mean, he’s with the town bitch, but.” She sighs. “Now that you’re back . . .”

Now that I’m back what? He’s got his girlfriend. I’ve got my miserable life. End of story.

“Did I mention I have two boys that are almost eleven now?” I try to throw her off the topic.

She stops and stands in front of me. “Oh, nice try, Presley Townsend. You’re not going to give me the questions with a question thing. You know you can’t pull that crap down here.”

I sigh and decide to give her a tiny piece of information. “I saw him. He was with Felicia. We said hello, I said goodbye.”

I have to remember to answer only the question. I don’t know how anyone tries to get away with anything here. My mother could’ve been a detective with the way she’s able to wring out information. You think they’re asking one thing, but the follow up question is what gets you.

She smirks. “Were the sparks there?”

“Can we not talk about this?” I beseech her. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long day, and I’m out of coffee.” And I don’t want to think about him. It’s bad enough he starred in my dream last night; I don’t need that becoming reality.

“Oh, let’s go to the coffee shop,” she suggests. “We can talk more about all the things you’ve been doing since you’ve been gone.”

Yay! Not.

“Sounds great.”

We get some coffee, which immediately makes me feel more human. Everyone looks as I walk in, and I hear the whispers. God, I miss Philly. At least there I could walk into a Starbucks and no one would even notice.

“You should come to Nashville soon. I have a few gigs lined up,” Emily says as she sips her coffee.

“I would love that.”

“I’m sure this is a tough change from the city life.”

I laugh. “That’s an understatement.”

“Even though you were raised here?”

“It’s different from what I remember. I’ve become so used to having everything close. The boys have had a major culture shock.”

“I bet.”

We spend time filling each other in on our lives, and people stare as if I’m an apparition. My mother had to have told her friends. It baffles me that anyone is shocked at this point. Then again, I’ve been pretending it wasn’t real by staying at the ranch.

“I need to head out.” Emily checks her watch. “I hope you and Zach get a chance to talk.”

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