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She laughs in agreement. “You know the tempers of the Barnes family isn’t one to be reckonedwith.”

I didn’t want to come home and face the people of this town. I even considered traveling for a few months, but damn it does feel good to be back. No matter how much bad shit has happened here in the past few months, there’s still no other place I’d rather be. I’m glad I decided to come out instead of sitting in Dallas’s basement drinking away mysorrows.

That contentment only lasts twenty minutes and another beer in. I’m finally starting to relax while listening to Lauren divulge her latest dating fail with a doctor who forgot to mention the fact that he was married when ithappens.

She stops mid-conversation and slams her drink onto the table with so much force I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter. “Ican notbelieve that son of a bitch and hussy would show their faceshere.”

I look away from her fuming face to what has herattention.

“Everyone in this god forsaken town knows what’s going on here tonight,” Laurenyells.

My hands go numb, and I nearly drop my beer as the taste of bile swims up mythroat.

The bar goessilent.

Even the jukebox decides to cut off for the ensuing shitshow.

I shift in my seat in an attempt to cool the fury crackling through me like a litmatch.

There sheis.

CameronPine.

My ex-fiancé.

The woman who decided I wasn’t worth thewait.

And she’s headed straight in my direction with the asshole she left mefor.

She’s straight-faced, completely void of emotion, and her curly blonde hair is swept back into a tight ponytail, showing off her elongated face. Her lips are a cherry red – once my favorite look on her. She’s stained my dick with that exact color so many times she used to buy it in bulk. I loved when she’d mark me like that. She’s wearing a denim skirt, a flannel button-up showing plenty of cleavage–the same one she wore the night I proposed. She might’ve fucked me over, but that still doesn’t stop me from thinking she’s fuckingbreathtaking.

I move my gaze from her to something not so beautiful. A sight so fucking rancid it makes my stomach churn. Grady is the best friend who took my asking to watch over her too damn literal. I wanted him to make sure she was safe, not keep her pussy warm forme.

“She better not come over here, or I will find an AK-47 and run her ass out of this bar,” Laurensays.

My sister is loyal to a fault. Her and Cameron had been best friends since elementary school, but she burned all ties, and threatened to kick her ass on multiple occasions when she found out about the affair. Even now, I’m not sure if my baby sis can keep her cool and not try to choke slam CameronandGrady.

“I swear I had no idea they were coming,” Dallas rushes out as he makes his way back to our table, catching his breath. He went out back ten minutes ago to call Lucy and Maven to check up on them. “They sure as hell weren’tinvited.”

“Unless I plan on moving out of Bluebeech, running into them is bound to happen,” I reply, wanting to storm out of here before I do something that’ll get me arrested. “She wasn’t happy with me and chose to be with someone who could give her that nine-to-five, at the dinner table every night husband. I wasn’t thatman.”

Even after what she did, I don’t hateCameron.

Yet, I’m fucking livid with Grady. It takes two people to have an affair, I’m well aware, and it’s wrong for me to place all of the blame on him, but I don’t want to put it on the woman I’ve loved for over adecade.

The bar is silent while everyone watches the two getcloser.

“Hudson,” Grady says when he reaches us. He looks stressed … scared in a way, and I don’t blame him. “Can wetalk?”

Cameron is behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder while she looks over it atme.

“You need to leave, asshole,” Lauren demands. “And take that cheating skank withyou.”

“Lauren is right,” Dallas cuts in. “You two have some nerve showing up here. Let’s not make this uglier than it has tobe.”

“It’s fine,” I finally get the chance to say, my eyes narrowing in on Grady who still looks like a nervous wreck. It wasn’t his idea to come here. “I’d love to have a chat and hear the excuse you have for backstabbing your best friend of twenty years over a goddamn chick.” I tilt my head towards the back door, grab my beer, and he follows me out when I slide out of mychair.

I snatch the collar of his shirt and slam him against the brick exterior as soon as the door shuts behind us. “I told you to watch out for my fiancé,” I scream. “That didn’t give you permission to fuckher!”

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