Page 14 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

Heshouldmean nothing to me since it had been over seven years since we’d broken up.

Unfortunately, I guessed that I was still carrying some baggage from that relationship.

Maybe that wasn’t so unusual since Tanner Remington had been such a huge part of my life for so long.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he’d thought I’d left him for another guy.

Maybe I should have left a note or some kind of explanation, but trying to communicate with Tanner back then had seemed pretty useless.

I poured myself a glass of wine and reached for one of the donuts that my mother had convinced me to take home from Sweet Mornings earlier in the day.

Mom didn’t eat her own donuts anymore. She was on a heart healthy diet now, so she made sure any leftovers at the store went to someone else after the store closed.

I’d already demolished one of those huge donuts earlier, and if I kept eating leftovers from Sweet Mornings, my butt wouldn’t fit into my jeans anymore.

I was one of those women who wasn’t blessed with a fast metabolism.

I’d been overweight when I was younger, until the beginning of my senior year in high school. I’d gotten a used mountain bike with the money I’d saved from an after-school job. I’d ridden almost every day, and I’d fallen in love with that hobby.

Over time, that extra weight had slowly melted off from frequent exercise and less time spent indoors eating.

To stay fit, I had to be active, and I had to watch my carbs.

Today, I was watching my carbs…right before I ate them.

Unfortunately, I could be a stress eater sometimes.

Things will get better. I’ll get more work eventually, and I’ll be busier than I am right now.

I just hoped that happened before I ate an entire store full of donuts.

I startled a little when a text came in on my phone because the apartment was so quiet and the phone was right next to me on the counter.

My eyes widened when I opened the text.

Tanner:Hi, Hannah. It’s Tanner.Meet me at The Mug And Jug around eight?

What in the hell? Tanner didn’t have my current number, so he must have gotten it from my mother.

Um…no. Not justno, buthell no.

Things had been awkward between me and Tanner this morning, and the last thing I wanted was a repeat of that experience.

Me:Sorry. I’m busy.

Okay, I was lying, but what else was I supposed to say?

Tanner:Doing what? This is Crystal Fork, not Seattle.

He was right. There wasn’t much to do on a Saturday night here except go to The Mug And Jug or hang out with friends.

He probably already knew that I definitely didn’t have any friends here in Crystal Fork anymore.

I’d only been to The Mug And Jug once when the bar was open at night since I’d returned to Crystal Fork, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience since most people didn’t want to talk to me.

I’d had one drink and left.

It had been a humbling experience for a woman who loved people.

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