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I remain silent, shocked at everything she’s telling me.
“I’m not telling you this to sway your decision, Dallas. I want you to do what will make you happy. If going back to San Francisco is it, then I have my old job waiting for me. If staying hereis it, we have a plan. But please don’t make your decision based on my opportunity.”
I smirk. “So…boyfriend, huh?”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “That’s all you got out of all of this?”
“No, but it does give me some things to think about. I want you to be happy, too, April. You deserve it just as much as I do. I’ve made your life a living hell for years?—”
“No, you haven’t, Dallas. Don’t say that. I think the two of us just weren’t meant to be, and that’s okay. People fall out of love all the time. But you didn’t make my life a living hell.”
I nod, remaining silent because now I don’t know what to think.
I’m not sure if her sharing all this information is making my decision easier or harder.
“I’m going to get going, though,” she says. “Have a safe trip back to San Francisco, and let me know how it goes.”
“Okay.”
She hugs me, and I retreat to my car.
I really could use a drink now.
“Remember that stuff you gave me the first night I was here? I’ll take whatever that was.”
Griffin laughs. “You got it.” Then he grabs a bottle from the top shelf, pouring me a glass and sliding it across the bar. “Everything all good?”
I shake my head. “I have to go back to San Francisco in the morning. I have a meeting with the Staghorns about my decision to go back.”
Griffin stills, his face falling. “You think you’ll go back?”
“Truthfully? I don’t fucking know what to do anymore.”
He swallows, wanting to say more, but Tucker coming up beside him, stops anything he was about to say.
“Did I hear Staghorns? How’re my buddies, Mitch and Ty, doing?”
“Fine, I guess.”
Tucker’s smile falls from his face, realizing that I’m not laughing.
“What’s going on?” Tucker asks, looking between Griffin and me. When neither of us answers, his eyes widen. “Are you moving back?”
I look down at the glass between my hands because I don’t have an answer for him.
“You can’t. You can’t go back. Dallas, you need to stay here. You’re my best fucking friend.”
Griffin raises an eyebrow. “Did you steal that line from that comedian you’re always watching?”
“That means my bullshit is your bullshit. And your bullshit is my bullshit.”
Griffin groans. “I wish I weren’t related to you sometimes.”
I laugh. I can’t help it when these two interact with each other.
“Hey, Tucker,” Nan shouts from the front door, forcing all of us to turn our heads. “Guess who got the last bag of pretzel twists at the General Store?” She holds up the bag as she makes her way to us.
Tucker smirks. “You only got the last bag because I bought the other five they had in stock. I stood there and thought”—he crosses an arm over his chest, bringing his other hand to his chin—“maybe I’ll be nice and leave Nan one single bag.”
