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in his mind she didnât have. She didnât owe him anything. But she was stubborn, and she had pride. He had taken enough from her. He wasnât going to take that too.
He had left a hell of a mess in this town. He wasnât sure it was possible to clean it up.
But, if he died trying, at least it wouldnât be his problem anymore.
CHAPTER FIVE
S HE HURT EVERYWHERE . There was nothing like a day of manual labor to remind her that she had once shattered her kneecap. And broken her femur. And that doing too much seemed to tighten her muscles up around the bone and make everyplace that had ever been fractured ache.
She had never hated Gage West more than she did in this moment. Actually, that was a lie, she had hated Gage West plenty of times over the years. Too many to list.
But, she could clearly picture him while she hated him now. She hobbled over to the bar, leaning against it, trying to get as much weight as she could off of her leg.
âBeer me, Ace,â she said, pressing her hand to her forehead.
The bar was crowded. It was Sunday night, and no one was looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. So, instead of getting a good nightâs sleep, they were obviously out playing darts and riding on the mechanical bull that Ace had installed about a year ago.
Recently, Ace had opened a more upscale place, but he could still often be found here at everyoneâs favorite dive. The fact that he wasnât here some of the time was strange though. Copper Ridge was a constant. A small, slow-moving community that didnât often see change. But the last few years had brought quite a bit of it. Tourism was beginning to become a major industry, and while she was definitely grateful for that, it was also changing her beloved landscape.
Just a year ago Ace had been single, and flirting with everything that moved. Now, he was married and about to be a father. Not that it bothered her. She had never been interested in Ace that way. It was just... Watching other people, people like him who had never even seemed interested in such a thing moving on with their lives and finding a companion made her feel hollow. Unsatisfied in a way she rarely was.
The fact he had married a West made her feel even weirder. Because the Wests made her feel weird in general. It was like they were infiltrating everything.
Not that she held anything that had happened to her against Sierra, Aceâs wife. Sierra was at least five years younger than Rebecca and wouldnât remember anything about the accident, much less have any culpability in the events surrounding it.
Still. It was the whole thing.
âYou feeling okay, Rebecca?â Ace asked, setting her preferred brew down in front of her. She hadnât even had to specify what she wanted. He knew.
âJust worked too hard,â she said.
âIâm not sure Iâve ever talked to anybody who suffered from that affliction before,â he said, winking.
âWhat can I say?â she responded. âIâm a glutton for punishment.â As she said it, she had to wonder if it was true. She nodded once, picking up the beer and lifting it to her lips as she turned away from the bar and headed toward the table where Lane and Alison were already sitting.
âIs Cassie coming?â she asked, sitting down at the table slowly, her muscles screaming at her.
âNo,â Alison said. âSomething about date night.â
âAs if that sexy mechanic sheâs married to is better company than we are,â Lane said, grabbing hold of the toothpick in her drink and lifting it to her lips, plucking one of the impaled cherries from it and eating it.
âThatâs a fancy drink,â Rebecca said, looking down at her beer. âWhatâs the occasion?â
âWanting to feel fancy.â
Rebecca doubted a cosmopolitan with an entire handful of cherries could make her feel fancy after today. âWell, I guess thatâs fair
He had left a hell of a mess in this town. He wasnât sure it was possible to clean it up.
But, if he died trying, at least it wouldnât be his problem anymore.
CHAPTER FIVE
S HE HURT EVERYWHERE . There was nothing like a day of manual labor to remind her that she had once shattered her kneecap. And broken her femur. And that doing too much seemed to tighten her muscles up around the bone and make everyplace that had ever been fractured ache.
She had never hated Gage West more than she did in this moment. Actually, that was a lie, she had hated Gage West plenty of times over the years. Too many to list.
But, she could clearly picture him while she hated him now. She hobbled over to the bar, leaning against it, trying to get as much weight as she could off of her leg.
âBeer me, Ace,â she said, pressing her hand to her forehead.
The bar was crowded. It was Sunday night, and no one was looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. So, instead of getting a good nightâs sleep, they were obviously out playing darts and riding on the mechanical bull that Ace had installed about a year ago.
Recently, Ace had opened a more upscale place, but he could still often be found here at everyoneâs favorite dive. The fact that he wasnât here some of the time was strange though. Copper Ridge was a constant. A small, slow-moving community that didnât often see change. But the last few years had brought quite a bit of it. Tourism was beginning to become a major industry, and while she was definitely grateful for that, it was also changing her beloved landscape.
Just a year ago Ace had been single, and flirting with everything that moved. Now, he was married and about to be a father. Not that it bothered her. She had never been interested in Ace that way. It was just... Watching other people, people like him who had never even seemed interested in such a thing moving on with their lives and finding a companion made her feel hollow. Unsatisfied in a way she rarely was.
The fact he had married a West made her feel even weirder. Because the Wests made her feel weird in general. It was like they were infiltrating everything.
Not that she held anything that had happened to her against Sierra, Aceâs wife. Sierra was at least five years younger than Rebecca and wouldnât remember anything about the accident, much less have any culpability in the events surrounding it.
Still. It was the whole thing.
âYou feeling okay, Rebecca?â Ace asked, setting her preferred brew down in front of her. She hadnât even had to specify what she wanted. He knew.
âJust worked too hard,â she said.
âIâm not sure Iâve ever talked to anybody who suffered from that affliction before,â he said, winking.
âWhat can I say?â she responded. âIâm a glutton for punishment.â As she said it, she had to wonder if it was true. She nodded once, picking up the beer and lifting it to her lips as she turned away from the bar and headed toward the table where Lane and Alison were already sitting.
âIs Cassie coming?â she asked, sitting down at the table slowly, her muscles screaming at her.
âNo,â Alison said. âSomething about date night.â
âAs if that sexy mechanic sheâs married to is better company than we are,â Lane said, grabbing hold of the toothpick in her drink and lifting it to her lips, plucking one of the impaled cherries from it and eating it.
âThatâs a fancy drink,â Rebecca said, looking down at her beer. âWhatâs the occasion?â
âWanting to feel fancy.â
Rebecca doubted a cosmopolitan with an entire handful of cherries could make her feel fancy after today. âWell, I guess thatâs fair
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