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He laughed, nodding. “I’ve been there. It’s a lot different than out here under the open sky.”

“What about you?” I asked, looking over at him. “Have you always stayed in Wagontown?”

“Yep,” he said easily. “Built myself a house and settled in.”

I wondered why he had chosen to say, 'settled in' and not 'settled down.' Did that mean that he wasn't married?

“I’m not surprised.”

“I never wanted to get out the way you did.”

“I know,” I said gently, thinking about our second to last fight which had been about me applying to graduate school at New York University.

As I looked around the Pig, I realized that I didn’t know I was homesick until right then.

Not that I wanted to move back. I should have visited more though.

“Miss it?” he asked me, his gaze perceptive.

I swallowed hard. Yes. “Not really,” I lied, but then I started crying for real. So much for what was left of my makeup.

“Liar,” he said to me. He didn’t pull me in for the hug I would have liked to have, but he did pass me some napkins off the bar.

“I feel so stupid,” I sniffled. “I did everything right.”

He winged a brow at me. “Right? What does that mean? There’s not really rights and wrongs when it comes to life.”

I just shook my head. I had always thought there were. Until recently, that is.

I couldn’t help but wonder if this was fate, bringing us back together.

Chapter 4

Oliver

Iwas not going to have a panic attack because Lexie Tripp walked back into my life in a dirty wedding dress. I was fine. Absolutely fine.

I just couldn’t seem to breathe very well, and I was inwardly freaking out.

What had I been thinking, sitting next to her, and ordering her a beer? What the hell had happened to her, and how did she end up here? I hadn’t pushed, telling myself it was none of my business, but I was curious.

Who was this guy she had been about to marry? Was he good looking? Was he taller than me? Better than me in bed? I had a million questions swirling around my head, but I didn’t want to know the answers to any of them.

What if she planned to go back to him? God, this was such a bad idea. Not to mention that I’d told her no hard feelings and that was a lie. What happened between us had broken me, but I wasn’t about to show her that. I wanted her to think I cared as little as she did.

I huffed out a breath and she tilted her head, looking at me curiously. I checked my phone to appear disengaged.

“You have a hot date?” she asked, and I noted there was no edge to her voice. She was over it. Over me. And I was over her.

No big deal.

I smiled. “No, nothing like that. Just wondering if I can start drinking liquor.”

She laughed. “It’s after five o’clock.”

“Exactly.”

I ordered a tequila and pineapple from the bartender, and she ordered the same.

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