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And he leaves, disappearing into the shop.
Yeah.
I agree.
Scooping out a hefty serving of Swedish Fish, I dump them in the white paper bag and close the container.
I have Peach Rings, cinnamon bears, gourmet jellybeans, and Spencer is boxing up some chocolate-covered almond clusters for me now.
I glance out the window, seeing Kaleb across the street, loading some lumber into the truck bed. He’s going to try to his hand at carpentry by making us a headboard, and I’m going to paint it.
I wish he hadn’t insisted on coming to town with me. After what happened at the bar on my birthday, it’s only a matter of time before the police—or the Motocross guys—get a whiff of his presence in town.
Some giggles go off near me, and I look over the jar of Hot Tamales to see a couple of young women by the retro-candy collection glancing at me and whispering. They round the aisle, their eyes dropping down my clothes, and then they laugh to themselves before leaving again.
I look down at myself, puzzled. I’m not dressed weird.
Although I am wearing Noah’s muddy old riding boots, and my jeans are a little dirty from chores this morning.
After Jake cleared the roads, we decided to get dressed, get our individual jobs done, and get to town. Best to rip off the Band-Aid quickly and get used to being in the world again. We met up with Noah for cheeseburgers, stocked up on gas in case another storm comes in, and hit the grocery store, loading up on all the fresh produce.
Kaleb went to the hardware store, and I detoured for candy.
I stare at my clothes. I’m not so out of place. Maybe less manicured than I was in September, but…
I look down at my nails, seeing the dirt underneath, and the little cuts on my hands from all the labor I’ve been up to over the winter.
Okay, I’m not manicured at all anymore. I catch myself in the mirror on the back of a shelf, seeing the loose threads in my dark blue cable knit sweater that also has a black stain from lying too close to a fire. My hair desperately needs a trim, and I’m tan from being outside, my freckles popping like never before.
I haven’t worn make-up or straightened my hair in months. Mirai won’t recognize me.
I laugh and head to the register.
“My mom told me to bring home a girl like you someday,” someone says.
I look over, setting my bag on the counter as a young guy approaches me. Spencer weighs my bag, and I study the stranger. He looks vaguely familiar. One of Noah’s friends?
“You’re their cousin, right,” he asks, leaning on the glass candy case. “Noah and Kaleb Van der Berg’s?”
I nod, seeing Spencer hand me the candy again. “I’ll put it on your tab,” he says.
I smile. My tab. Cool.
Turning my attention back to the guy, I hold out my hand. “Tiernan, hey.”
He shakes it. “Kenneth.” He stares at my face. “Would you like to get some pizza?”
Oh. Uh… I open my mouth to refuse, but then someone is there, pulling my hand away out of Kenneth’s. I look up to see Kaleb glaring down at the him, the blond guy standing up straight and drawing in a breath like he knows to back off.
Kaleb threads his fingers through mine and leads me away from the handsome young man, out the door, and across the street.
“He’s just flirting,” I tease.
Kaleb’s eyebrow cocks, and his lips twist to the side.
“I know, right?” I joke. “It’s hard work, guarding a beauty like me.”
He snorts, and I smile as we stop at the truck.
