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Logan snorted. “So don’t act like it. If you love her, get her back.”

Rhett suddenly felt like he ate rocks for breakfast. “Oh.”

Logan pulled his keys from his pocket and swung them around his finger. He patted Rhett on the back with one meaty hand, sending his cousin forward.

“You just going to just mope around here hoping she gets some kind of telepathic message about how you feel?” He asked, lifting one eyebrow.

“Ouch.” Rhett winced.

“You asked, buddy. And someone needed to give it to you straight.” He shrugged and ambled over to his truck. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started it. Before he pulled away, he stopped and leaned out the window.

“Rhett?”

He turned to look at his cousin. “Yeah?”

“Sure I’m lonely. I want a family one day. But I haven’t met a woman who wants me and all this.” He waved his hand out thewindow, gesturing at the town. “They’re fine with me, but they want to live in a city. And as soon as they see my place, they run for the hills.” He smiled, but it was a sad smile. “I’ll give you some advice, cousin of mine.”

“Oh?” This should be good.

“Regrets eat at you like cancer. If you love her, show her every day.”

Rhett groaned, and Logan laughed at him before driving off.

Chapter Twelve

Charlie

After a month of working long days that went well into the night, Charlie was ready to sleep for a week. She just needed to get through this last meeting with her father and then she could go home. ‘Thank god it’s Friday’ had never felt more appropriate.

Charlie paused outside the door to her father’s office to smooth her hair. The door was open slightly, voices drifting out. She waited, her father obviously still talking with someone. She didn’t listen to what they were saying until she heard something that grabbed her attention like a nail to a magnet.

“…Rhett West is a stubborn bastard.”

That was Prescott’s voice. What was he saying about Rhett?

She leaned forward, moving as close as she dared and listened.

“Like his grandfather, I take it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Charlie scowled.

“So he turned down the latest offer?”

The latest offer? Charlie’s lips pursed. Had someone been to Cape Wilde since she had come back? She had heard nothing about that, and she’d met with her father every week to talk through her proposal. Not that he’d shown much interest, but she wasn’t losing faith that he’d come around at some point. It was taking longer than she’d like, but she was determined.

“Yes, he took one look at me yesterday and told me to—ahem, well. He told me to ‘fuck right off and not come back’ were his exact words, sir.”

Yesterday? Prescott was in Cape Wilde yesterday? Her brows drew together in confusion, even while her lips twitched at the image of the pretentious Prescott being told off in no uncertain terms by Rhett. The two were as different as oil and water.

“And what about Charlotte’s proposal? Did he mention anything about that?”

Prescott laughed, and Charlie fought to not barge into the office.

“The one where we go in partnership with West?” Prescott laughed, her father joining him.

“Yes, that one. I don’t know what she was thinking. Why would we want to partner with some small town hick who can’t even keep his business afloat?”

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