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Owen seems not to notice.
“And I think she wants to talk to you, too,” Reagan says to Owen.
I spin back around, facing him. “Who is it?”
Reagan points to a woman standing near an end cap, thumbing through a book I can tell she absolutely will not buy.
I hope she doesn’t crack the spine.
The woman has striking, dark hair and is wearing black dress pants and a bright green blouse. She’s all hard edges, the opposite of me. I can’t help it if I’m a bit gooey on the inside. If hopeless romance were a physical thing, I’m sure there would be marshmallows in it.
“She says she knows you both,” Reagan says.
“From the article?”
“No, from high school.”
It’s only then that Owen glances toward the woman, and when he does, I see recognition splash across his face.
Then, turning back and through gritted teeth, he mutters, “It’s Lindsay.”
“Your ex-fiancée Lindsay?” I say, turning toward the woman who is now walking toward us.
Yep. That’s her.
Perfect Lindsay Romanelli. All at once I’m the ugly duckling, sitting hopefully in the lunchroom, watching the guy I’ve been scribbling doodles of in my science notebook walk right past me toward the popular girl.
Which is basically what happened.
Lindsay is who got Owen.
She’s also the girl who broke his heart.
Chapter Six
Owen
Lindsay. Last I heard she was living in Charlotte.
But for so many reasons, I’ve lost track of her over the years.
That’s not entirely accurate. It’s not like I’ve just, over time, slowly phased out paying attention.
It was more like I pushed a blasting plunger hooked up to several hundred pounds of TNT under the bridge that held all my feelings for her.
It would’ve been pathetic, not to mention idiotic and sad, to keep tabs on the girl who left me standing at the altar.
Seeing her now, though, the sting of that day is gone.
Surprising.
“Owen. Larrabee.” Lindsay’s grinning, like we’re old friend.
When she reaches me, I move to stand, because I’m not sure what else I’m supposed to do. I tense as she wraps an arm around me and kisses my cheek.
The nerve.
Emmy, I notice, looks away.
