Page 29 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

mention it. I fear walking around this town more and more every

day.

“So, he came by and told you face to face?” he asks.

I nod diligently. “Yeah, why? Did Farrah talk to you?”

He shakes his head in somber refute. “No, she didn’t. That might be

for the best, though, considering how she left. I guess, I should be

grateful I found out other ways.”

“How?” I ask.

“One of my bandmates found the sample invitation in the trash for

their save-the-date. I haven’t heard anything from Farrah, but Ryan

did come by to talk to me about the reception part of the wedding.”

“What about it?”

“He wants our band to play a few songs for local’s sake. Apparently,

the governor is thinking this is going to be some big-town event. He

wants the spotlight to highlight that he brought his daughter up in

this town and has deep town roots. To me, it’s a lot of posturing, but

to play heavy metal at such a dainty event is a little tempting.”

“That sounds fun for you,” I sigh, checking the wall clock nearby and

feeling my stomach fall. “It’s almost nine o’clock at night?”

“Yeah, what time did you think it was?”

“I thought it was close to three or something—I had no idea. Dammit,

I’m going to be late on this order now. I can’t afford that and…” I

shake my head, clearing my thoughts while I realize I shouldn’t be

complaining so much with the company standing here. “Sorry, sorry.

I’m just so damn messed up in the head after what Ryan said.”

“What all did he tell you?” he asks, making himself comfortable on

the shop stool.

Leaning back against the car, I consider kicking him out and getting

back to the work that needs to be done tonight, but I feel for his love

lost as I feel for mine. If it helps him hate Ryan and get past what

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