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“What?” I said, feeling like my mind was coming out of a fog bank.
“The gala tickets,” Molly reminded me. “Or is Marin paying?”
“Oh, no. I got it,” I answered, somewhat bewildered.
While Molly and Marin continued to catch up, I pulled out my wallet. So many questions were circling around in my brain as I watched Molly run my credit card and hand us the info about the gala.
“I’m sure Macon already told you, but we raise money for the relief fund in town. It helps out when people need money rebuilding after a storm or?—”
“When they need to get to the hospital after a ferry accident.”
She gave Marin a warm smile. “Yes, exactly.”
“Thank you for everything you did that day,” Marin said. “I’ve never forgotten it.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Molly argued, clearly overwhelmed by her kindness.
“You held my hand on that plane and let me vent. It was exactly what I needed at that moment.”
Molly looked like she was going to burst into tears at any second, but she managed to hold it together.
Hearing them talk about the ferry accident was like getting hit with a bucket of ice water, reminding me who I was standing next to.
“I, um,” I stuttered, “I need to get back to work.”
Looking like a complete idiot, I pivoted around and hauled ass out of there without another word.
Gala or no, the last thing Marin needed in her life was me.
CHAPTER FIVE
What the hell?
Did he really just run off?
I stood there at the booth as Molly stared at me from across the table, holding out the tickets Macon had just paid for.
“Yeah, um, he does that sometimes,” she said with a slight shrug. “Macon isn’t known for his tact. Or manners.”
I turned back toward the road. There was no sign of him. If this was a cartoon, there would be a trail of smoke behind him.
That was how fast he’d wanted to get away.
From me.
“Oh,” I said, plastering a fake smile across my face. “I know. He’s, um …” What did I say? I barely knew the guy. “Unique.”
Sure, that sounds fine.
We finished catching up, and I did a little shopping at her sister’s booth, grabbing a pair of earrings for Elena and a scented candle for me. After five years of being closed up, the house could use a bit of vanilla lavender. After that, I grabbed a sandwich at the corner store and headed back home.
I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and trying to settle.
Tryingbeing the operative word.
Around five or so that evening, I found myself pacing around the house.
Why?
