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Her lips turn down. “I don’t hate you.”
“Are you sure?”
“My momma raised me better than to hate anyone, including trust fund babies like you.”
My head tilts. “Then why do you dislike me?”
“For the same reason a majority of the town does.”
Well, at least she’s honest.“Is it because of my drinking?”
She scoffs. “No, although that doesn’t help matters.”
“Then what?”
“It’s because you broke Alana’s heart.”
My smile slips.
“We’re a small town here. When one of us hurts, we all do.” She tilts her head in the direction of a man gliding into the diner on an electric wheelchair. “When Fred struggled to afford a new wheelchair, we all chipped in to buy him a fancy electric one.” She points her pen at a woman wiping the countertop with a rag. “Betsy there married a rich out-of-towner with a heavy fist and the inability to understand the wordno. And do you know what we did to him?”
“Chopped him up into little pieces and spread his remains across the forest?”
Her lips twitch. “We wish. Wyatt and the new sheriff keep us in line, so we were forced to go about things the legal way. Drove him out of town by hiring a fancy lawyer from the big city. Everyone pitched in to pay the fee, and it was worth every penny because now Betsy and her kids are free to live their lives.”
I swallow hard. “That’s good.”
“Bottom line is that we look after our own here. If Alana doesn’t want you around, then who are we to make you feel comfortable?”
My lips press together.
“It’s no sweat off our backs after we saw what happened to Alana the last time you left.”
Fuck.
My stomach rolls, the acid climbing up my throat.
You need to get out of here.
My eyes flicker to the door.
Isabelle steps into my eye line, forcing me to look up at her.
“We’re the ones who had to watch Alana struggle with heartbreak the last time you left. She stopped going out, lost weight, and barely spent time around anyone besides her mama and two best friends. It was like she was fading away before our very eyes. Not that she would ever tell you that because that girl is too sweet for someone like you.”
Desperation to escape claws at my throat. I reach for the flask in my pocket, only to pause when Isabelle catches the movement.
Her brow arches. “I’m not sure why you’re back or what you want with our girl, but the whole town will be watching closely. One slipup and you will wish you never returned.”
My tongue feels heavy against the roof of my mouth. “I’m not here to hurt her.”
“For your sake, you better hope not. I’ll be back with a water.” She turns away, leaving me to process everything she said.
My eyes screw shut as I fight the urge to take a sip from my flask.
You don’t need to drink every time someone says something you don’t like.
My hands tremble against my lap.
