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“What does that even mean?” June couldn’t decide if she was more annoyed and frustrated, or worried. Her grandma made it sound like this was Dragan…
“Oh my god. He sold the app, didn’t he.”
Her grandma zipped her lips and raised her hands.
Why didn’t he tell her? Why go behind her back and spendthousandsof dollars, on her, on her family’s business, and not say a word?
Her grandma stood and sighed. “You should go talk to him, Juney. Sort out whatever’s left to sort out, so you can both move forward.”
June let her grandma push past her, her body shaking. Everything he had done now looked like a good-bye. The music box she longed for. The amazing first date, overlooking their home. The vacation.
The paying off of the bookstore.
Of course once he sold the app, he’d want to get out of Oak Valley. But he was making a clean getaway, one where he didn’t have to feel guilty about running away. From his past, from the story he told himself everyone knew about him.
Dragan Carter, born on the wrong side of the tracks, not meant for the quaint Main Street life.
Dragan Carter, not going to college and working two jobs to help support his mother and her brood.
Dragan Carter, with the abusive addict dad who’d sell and steal anything he could get his hands on.
His father coming back probably pushed his need to leave sooner rather than later.
June felt so stupid, the signs all in front of her. She knew it had been stupid to get close to the one person who stayed. But she’d been so wrapped up in her own issues, in saving the bookstore and deciding if loving him was worth the risk of losing him. For the first time, she had leapt, pushing fear from her mind, trusting he wouldn’t leave her.
What a mistake that was.
She shot him a text, barely able to type, her hands were shaking so bad.
We need to talk.
His reply was immediate.
Yes, we do. My place, now?
Be there soon.
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Dragan paced his living room, suddenly hating the furniture he picked out. He wasn’t even sure he liked it, just needed something to finally make his apartment not look like an abandoned building.
The hair rolled between his fingers as he twisted, twisted, twisted with each step. Waiting for the knock on his door.
It came, and he froze, his heart in his throat.
But June didn’t wait for a response. She threw the door open, storming in with tears in her eyes. She slammed it closed behind her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, why didn’t you tell me about Rhys?”
“What?” She looked at him like he was crazy.
And maybe he was, one hand twisting his hair while he paced his apartment, the other hand clenched like he was ready to launch it through a wall.
Dragan stopped pacing and twisting. But he couldn’t stop clenching, his teeth grinding along with his nails on his palm.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Rhys, June?”
