I arch a brow. “To?”
“To take my shot,” he admits.
I shake my head, feeling my smile press against my cheeks. “Well, it was a good shot.”
He gives me a half smile. “No, it wasn’t. I don’t think I really stood a chance.”
“You’re a good guy, Grant,” I say.
He chuckles. “I know this is the part where you’re going to say I’m just not the right one.”
I shrug. “Well . . .”
“It’s okay, Sadie. I hope I at least gave Milo a bit of a scare.”
I laugh lightly. “Grant Williams, are you saying you wanted to create drama?”
His cheeks dimple. “There are only so many things to do in a small town.”
I shake my head. “Well, I’ve got to go finish checking off a list.”
I turn around.
“Hey,” he says with a surprised tone. “You gota tattoo.”
I turn to face him again. “I did.”
“You look good, Sadie.”
“I feel good.” My eyes catch the sun reflecting on the glass of the counter. I walk over toward it, pointing to where the list had been. The list that began this entire crazy journey. “Hey . . . do you remember a sign that was here? It was about trying new things.”
“I’m not sure.”
I study his face, because I’m still not sure how the list made it home with me—as if it was somehow destined, but there’s nothing mischievous in the way Grant is looking at me.
“Well, there was one, and even if you don’t remember, thanks.”
He tilts his head. “For?”
“Everything. I hope someday you find someone who loves Dusty Hollow as much as you do.”
And I mean it. He deserves someone who wants this place to be forever, and as of right now, that’s not me.
He puts his hat back on his head, backward. “Thanks, Sadie. I hope you figure things out.”
“I imagine my name will keep the gossip chain busy for a while,” I tease with a wide grin.
He chuckles. “Just remember that what other people say doesn’t really matter when the choices you make are true to yourself.”
I nod. “I’ll remember that.”
I step back into the sunlight. This town is exactly the same as it’s always been.
But now I know I’m not the same Sadie.
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SADIE
