Page 24 of Three Little Words

Chapter Eight

Bryn

I let out a deep breath as I stepped out of No Regrets.

Coming here had been a mistake.

Benny had looked too good. It wasn’t fair. He’d bulked up a little, and gotten some new ink. His hair was cut in a way that suited him.

It made me want him again.

And that was dangerous.

We weren’t on good terms anymore. It was hard to even be professional when his name came up in conversation.

It wasn’t fair for him to still get me wet the way he did.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Somebody was coming toward the door of the shop.

No. I couldn’t talk to him again.

I turned and started down the sidewalk, holding my purse strap.

“Bryn!” He was already out the door and catching up.

His legs were a lot longer than mine. He was faster.

Running wouldn’t get me away from him, so I stopped. I inhaled to steady myself and turned to face him.

“What do you want, Benny?”

He stopped where he was, sighing. “Listen.”

Not like I could do anything else.

He said, “You’re right.”

I raised an eyebrow. Not the start I expected.

“I should have let you know we were expanding. I should’ve told you we wanted to open up a second shop in Malone.”

I folded my arms. “Yeah, that was kind of a dick move, Benny.”

He nodded. “I know. I know. That’s why I’m apologizing.”

That wasn’t something that happened often.

I tapped my foot in a show of impatience. “Say it.”

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you we were expanding.”

“And?”

“And what?” he asked.

“Hurting my business?”

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