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basket that had contained the Girl Scout cookies for Luke.
“Good thing I managed to catch you, sweetie,” the older woman said in her low, singsong voice.
Okay, so Mrs. Morelli had not come to out her for sleeping with Luke the other night; ‘sweetie’ didn’t mean the same thing here as in her birthplace. The British used that word as a definite affectionate endearment.
Missy couldn’t see any resemblance between this English Rose and Luke—he must’ve favoured his father, who they said, had been Irish.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Oh, none of that formality between us, darling,” Evelyn said as she came up and wrapped Missy into a one-armed hug. “But I forget. It’s a Texas thing, eh?”
“Sure is,” she replied with a smile. “Anything I can do for you?”
“You can accept this.”
Evelyn thrust the basket at her, and Missy peered down to find a glossy copy of GQ on top of the red-and-white chequered fabric covering the contents. Luke was on the cover, displayed in full length with only a tiny pair of boxer shorts covering his modesty.
But more than the image, the accompanying caption caught her eye.
“Mary Beth is the one that got away!” Exclusive interview with the Sinners&Saints lad inside.
“Oh, sorry, dear. I forgot to leave this in the car.” Luke’s mother grabbed the magazine and handed her the basket. “Blueberry muffins. I whipped up a batch at the Trammell manor and as always, I made too much. Those girls just want to keep on looking like sticks, you know. And I needed something to put into that basket to return to you, so there you have it.” She gasped. “Oh, wait. You’re not allergic to gluten or anything, are you? I forgot to ask—”
While her babbling came across as endearing, it also drove Missy rather batty in the wake of seeing that quote from Luke on the cover. So he still remained hung up on his ex...
“It’s fine. I’m not allergic,” she said and took the hamper.
“Okay, that’s good, sweets. I better get going. Promised Honor I’d babysit Ryan this morning so she could get her hair done. Tata!”
Missy waved her off then she dashed into the cottage to drop the muffins and then out again to Jenny’s shop in front. She needed to know the whole deal like, yesterday.
As soon as the bell over the door tinkled, Jenny turned to her.
“Oh, sorry, luv. The delivery men still haven’t brought in the Cornettos today—”
Missy nodded. She always came into the shop for the ice cream. “You got the latest GQ?”
“The one with our Luke on the cover? Sorry again, luv. It’s sold out.”
“Drat!”
“I only managed to nab a copy for meself—”
“Can I borrow it?”
Jenny watched her with narrowed eyes. “Uh, sure, I guess. Bring it back ASAP, though, okay?”
Missy grabbed the magazine that Jenny brandished like a trophy and stalked out of the shop. Back into the cottage, she fell into a plop on the sofa and flipped the glossy open to the page of Luke’s interview.
She drank in the words, and with each paragraph she uncovered, the dread inside her heart solidified and grew heavier.
In the piece, Luke talked about his break up with Mary Beth—the first time he’d even spoken about that time in his life—and his admission that he’d always thought the two of them would end up getting married. Hence the caption of ‘the one that got away.’
But more than this, something else made her grow sick. Luke never berated or spoke ill of his ex-girlfriend who had left him for no apparent reason after five years together. One quote stood out above all else, calling to her, and she had to admit it, shaming her.
“ What I loved most about Mary Beth, and what I respected about her, was her honesty. She never hid anything from me; I got what I saw with her, and when the two of us no longer worked for her, she said so and we both moved on. It’s this honesty that has kept us friends, the fact that she was always upfront about everything and nothing.
“Good thing I managed to catch you, sweetie,” the older woman said in her low, singsong voice.
Okay, so Mrs. Morelli had not come to out her for sleeping with Luke the other night; ‘sweetie’ didn’t mean the same thing here as in her birthplace. The British used that word as a definite affectionate endearment.
Missy couldn’t see any resemblance between this English Rose and Luke—he must’ve favoured his father, who they said, had been Irish.
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Oh, none of that formality between us, darling,” Evelyn said as she came up and wrapped Missy into a one-armed hug. “But I forget. It’s a Texas thing, eh?”
“Sure is,” she replied with a smile. “Anything I can do for you?”
“You can accept this.”
Evelyn thrust the basket at her, and Missy peered down to find a glossy copy of GQ on top of the red-and-white chequered fabric covering the contents. Luke was on the cover, displayed in full length with only a tiny pair of boxer shorts covering his modesty.
But more than the image, the accompanying caption caught her eye.
“Mary Beth is the one that got away!” Exclusive interview with the Sinners&Saints lad inside.
“Oh, sorry, dear. I forgot to leave this in the car.” Luke’s mother grabbed the magazine and handed her the basket. “Blueberry muffins. I whipped up a batch at the Trammell manor and as always, I made too much. Those girls just want to keep on looking like sticks, you know. And I needed something to put into that basket to return to you, so there you have it.” She gasped. “Oh, wait. You’re not allergic to gluten or anything, are you? I forgot to ask—”
While her babbling came across as endearing, it also drove Missy rather batty in the wake of seeing that quote from Luke on the cover. So he still remained hung up on his ex...
“It’s fine. I’m not allergic,” she said and took the hamper.
“Okay, that’s good, sweets. I better get going. Promised Honor I’d babysit Ryan this morning so she could get her hair done. Tata!”
Missy waved her off then she dashed into the cottage to drop the muffins and then out again to Jenny’s shop in front. She needed to know the whole deal like, yesterday.
As soon as the bell over the door tinkled, Jenny turned to her.
“Oh, sorry, luv. The delivery men still haven’t brought in the Cornettos today—”
Missy nodded. She always came into the shop for the ice cream. “You got the latest GQ?”
“The one with our Luke on the cover? Sorry again, luv. It’s sold out.”
“Drat!”
“I only managed to nab a copy for meself—”
“Can I borrow it?”
Jenny watched her with narrowed eyes. “Uh, sure, I guess. Bring it back ASAP, though, okay?”
Missy grabbed the magazine that Jenny brandished like a trophy and stalked out of the shop. Back into the cottage, she fell into a plop on the sofa and flipped the glossy open to the page of Luke’s interview.
She drank in the words, and with each paragraph she uncovered, the dread inside her heart solidified and grew heavier.
In the piece, Luke talked about his break up with Mary Beth—the first time he’d even spoken about that time in his life—and his admission that he’d always thought the two of them would end up getting married. Hence the caption of ‘the one that got away.’
But more than this, something else made her grow sick. Luke never berated or spoke ill of his ex-girlfriend who had left him for no apparent reason after five years together. One quote stood out above all else, calling to her, and she had to admit it, shaming her.
“ What I loved most about Mary Beth, and what I respected about her, was her honesty. She never hid anything from me; I got what I saw with her, and when the two of us no longer worked for her, she said so and we both moved on. It’s this honesty that has kept us friends, the fact that she was always upfront about everything and nothing.
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