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Authors: Stephanie Haefner
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houses and ranches, until they came to a small town, not too different from Fort Mavis.
“I’m jealous. They have a movie theater,” Laney said as they drove through the center of town, giggling. “Maybe some night we can drive in and see a movie. And hanky panky will totally be allowed.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Not the response she’d expected. She turned to Sawyer and he looked tense. With furrowed eyebrows, lips in a tight, straight line, he stared out the front windshield.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. We’re almost to Thompson. What’s the house number?”
“492.”
He stayed quiet as they turned onto the road and during the couple miles to the address. He pulled in and put the van in park.
“You can stay here while I find out where they want everything.”
He nodded, his gaze out the side window.
Why was he being weird? She couldn’t think about that now. She had a bride waiting for her. Laney slapped on her brightest smile and rang the doorbell.
“Finally!” Michelle, the bride, said as she opened the door.
Laney had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than Michelle had requested, but she kept that bit of information to herself and held her cheery disposition. “Where would you like me to put everything?”
“In the living room, I guess.”
Laney headed to the van and pulled on the back door. Sawyer met her there. They each grabbed a box of bouquets and he followed her into the house. They set them in the living room amidst gowns on hangers and girls in the middle of having their hair done. Laney tried not to laugh at the obvious discomfort across Sawyer’s face.
“You can go back to the van,” she said. “I just need to give some bouquet instructions, okay?”
He nodded and left and she began her bouquet spiel. She demonstrated the proper way to hold them, how to lay them down, what to do if they started to look wilty. She then noticed the bride was not there.
“Where’s Michelle?”
“I think she went outside,” one of the bridesmaids said.
Laney stepped out of the house, ready to leave and get the rest of the wedding flowers set up. They still had a church and reception venue to visit. But as she descended the porch steps, she noticed her bride and Sawyer near the van, in the middle of a pretty intense conversation. She didn’t know what was going on, but clearly heard Michelle’s parting words.
“Stay the fuck away from my brother, you hear me?” Michelle turned away from Sawyer and marched toward Laney, her words like nails. “If I’d known you were dating a convicted drug dealer, I never would have hired you.”
What? Laney watched her throw open the screen door and stomp into the house. She faced Sawyer, stepping toward him. “What is she talking about?”
He hung his head, his hands deep in his jeans pockets. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
This couldn’t be happening. Her heart pounded in her chest, so hard she could feel it through her entire body. “It’s true?”
He nodded.
“Look at me!” she demanded. He did, his pain clearly evident on his face, but she was too mad to care. “You’re a drug dealer?”
“No! Not anymore. I did my time and paid for my sins.”
“You were in jail?”
“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t grow up like you. I didn’t have a family who cared about me, or people who supported me. I lived in a shitty trailer park with drug dealers for neighbors.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
His head dropped again. “I know it’s not.”
Rage grew inside her. “I don’t know anything about you, do I?”
“I should have told you.” He met her gaze once again. “But I was scared. I was terrified that what is happening right now would happen. I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to know that part of my past. I’m not that stupid kid anymore.”
“You’re not. You’re a stupid adult who’s too immature to be truthful.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I was ashamed too, but I told you my
“I’m jealous. They have a movie theater,” Laney said as they drove through the center of town, giggling. “Maybe some night we can drive in and see a movie. And hanky panky will totally be allowed.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
Not the response she’d expected. She turned to Sawyer and he looked tense. With furrowed eyebrows, lips in a tight, straight line, he stared out the front windshield.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. We’re almost to Thompson. What’s the house number?”
“492.”
He stayed quiet as they turned onto the road and during the couple miles to the address. He pulled in and put the van in park.
“You can stay here while I find out where they want everything.”
He nodded, his gaze out the side window.
Why was he being weird? She couldn’t think about that now. She had a bride waiting for her. Laney slapped on her brightest smile and rang the doorbell.
“Finally!” Michelle, the bride, said as she opened the door.
Laney had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than Michelle had requested, but she kept that bit of information to herself and held her cheery disposition. “Where would you like me to put everything?”
“In the living room, I guess.”
Laney headed to the van and pulled on the back door. Sawyer met her there. They each grabbed a box of bouquets and he followed her into the house. They set them in the living room amidst gowns on hangers and girls in the middle of having their hair done. Laney tried not to laugh at the obvious discomfort across Sawyer’s face.
“You can go back to the van,” she said. “I just need to give some bouquet instructions, okay?”
He nodded and left and she began her bouquet spiel. She demonstrated the proper way to hold them, how to lay them down, what to do if they started to look wilty. She then noticed the bride was not there.
“Where’s Michelle?”
“I think she went outside,” one of the bridesmaids said.
Laney stepped out of the house, ready to leave and get the rest of the wedding flowers set up. They still had a church and reception venue to visit. But as she descended the porch steps, she noticed her bride and Sawyer near the van, in the middle of a pretty intense conversation. She didn’t know what was going on, but clearly heard Michelle’s parting words.
“Stay the fuck away from my brother, you hear me?” Michelle turned away from Sawyer and marched toward Laney, her words like nails. “If I’d known you were dating a convicted drug dealer, I never would have hired you.”
What? Laney watched her throw open the screen door and stomp into the house. She faced Sawyer, stepping toward him. “What is she talking about?”
He hung his head, his hands deep in his jeans pockets. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
This couldn’t be happening. Her heart pounded in her chest, so hard she could feel it through her entire body. “It’s true?”
He nodded.
“Look at me!” she demanded. He did, his pain clearly evident on his face, but she was too mad to care. “You’re a drug dealer?”
“No! Not anymore. I did my time and paid for my sins.”
“You were in jail?”
“I was a stupid kid. I didn’t grow up like you. I didn’t have a family who cared about me, or people who supported me. I lived in a shitty trailer park with drug dealers for neighbors.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
His head dropped again. “I know it’s not.”
Rage grew inside her. “I don’t know anything about you, do I?”
“I should have told you.” He met her gaze once again. “But I was scared. I was terrified that what is happening right now would happen. I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to know that part of my past. I’m not that stupid kid anymore.”
“You’re not. You’re a stupid adult who’s too immature to be truthful.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe I trusted you. I was ashamed too, but I told you my
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