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With a snort, she shook her head. “No.”
He broke into laughter. “Then yeah, I’ll take some.”
Once she had their tea poured, she sat opposite him. “Why are you in town? I wasn’t the only one who hated Wishing Well.” She’d use his words just to keep the niggling thoughts at bay.
Craig held her gaze, and she could see his mind working. She knew that look. He was strategizing.
She was no longer even a little angry, and now, looking at him, there was nothing left except a fond remembrance of young love. She’d always love him, but she wasn’t in love with him.
She picked up her sandwich and took a bite while she waited for an answer.
“Honestly? My mom had mentioned how bad the house was and that Jack was working on it. I have a developer looking for land, and I thought your grandma might be getting it fixed up to put it on the market.”
“Then why were you such a jerk that day? Why did you threaten to kick my grandma out of her house.”
Running his fingers along the side of his tea glass, he flicked his gaze down to the table and back to her. “For a moment, I was jealous.”
Jo sat back. “What? Jealous? Why?”
“Really? Hello, Jack Turner.” Craig hadn’t exactly met Jack, but there were still girls talking about him and his picture was everywhere. Just the ghost of his presence was enough to turn the other guys green with envy.
“So, what about him?”
Rolling his eyes, Craig exhaled heavily. “I saw the way he was looking at you, and for a second, I lost my cool and got angry. I know I didn’t have any right to be angry, but that was the first time I saw you with another guy, and it threw me.”
It shouldn’t have made her happy that she’d made Craig jealous, but it did. He’d never really shown that emotion when they were dating. “We’re… “ What did she say? Friends? That sounded cliché. That’s what they were though, right? Her heart stuttered at the thought of just being friends with Jack. That tennis match needed a time-out. “We’re friends. He was a nice guy in high school, and nothing’s changed except his career goals.”
“I’ve never had a friend look at me the way he was looking at you.”
She took a sip of her tea and leaned back in her chair. Her feelings for Jack or his feelings for her weren’t up for discussion with Craig.
A strange look crossed Craig’s face. “I don't blame you if you don't want to talk about it. I was an idiot before, and I take responsibility for that.”
"You're not wrong, and I appreciate that."
Shaking his head, he chuckled. “I was, and I know I apologized before, but I am sorry. Sincerely sorry for hurting you and not being a man and just talking to you. I should have respected you enough to have the conversation, and for that, I was wrong.”
Wow. He actually sounded sincere. Maybe coming home was rubbing off on him too. “Thanks.” She paused a beat. “I’m sorry, too.”
“For what?”
“You were right. I’d known for a while that we were over, and I didn’t talk to you either. I should have. That was the problem. We stopped communicating long before we broke up.”
He huffed. “We had dinner at least once a week, and we talked.”
“Discussing work doesn’t keep or build a connection. We lost that.”
Silence filled the air while they seemed to digest the conversation.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Craig caught her gaze and held it. “So…have you seen anyone since we broke up?”
“It’s only been six months, so no, I’m not seeing anyone. Even if I wanted to, I’ve been too busy.”
“Any news on the photography front?”
“I—”
The front door opened, and two familiar female voices filtered into the kitchen.
