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causing the handle to ram into my stomach. “Why don’t you just head back to wherever the fuck it is you’ve been. No one wants you here, Luke. Or are you just too stupid to figure that out.”
That was it. She’d hit the wrong damn button. Stepping around the cart, I made my way to her, not close enough to actually scare her, just enough to intimidate. “What the hell is your problem, woman? You PMSin’ or is this just your normal level of bitch?”
“You’re my problem, asshole,” she hissed as she jabbed her finger into my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bruise tomorrow.
“Jesus Christ! I get that I fucked up, Savannah, but it was eight years ago! How much longer you gonna make me pay for the sins of my past, huh?”
Something flashed across her face. It was there and gone before I could figure out what it was I saw. Taking a step back, she looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing on earth. “What you did was so much more than a simple fuck up,” she whispered with so much hatred I could almost feel it. “But you’re too self-absorbed to even care, aren’t you? She’s lived in hell, Luke… absolute hell. She finally gets to a point where she can feel happy again, and you breeze back on in and fuck it all up. You can’t do that to her again. You need to leave... for Emmy’s sake.”
Before my brain could even form a response, she was gone, leaving me reeling. I knew that seeing me with Allison all those years ago was going to hurt Emmy, but I never thought it would be to such an extent. I didn’t take our night together lightly, at all. I knew she gave me a gift when she asked me to be her first. But how long could a woman—or a town for that matter—hold on to that much hatred?
CHAPTER 9
EMERSON
“Okay, woman, you better start spilling right now.” Savannah and I were laying out in my backyard working on our tans. And by working on our tans, I mean lying out on my back deck in shorts and tank tops drinking from the pitcher of margaritas I’d just blended.
Priorities.
“I know not of what you speak,” she replied, sucking down more of her drink.
“Like hell, bitch. What happened to you after Jeremy dragged you away the other night?” It had been a few days since my latest disaster with Luke, and this was the first time I’d been able to nail Savannah down long enough to get the scoop.
“What makes you think something happened?” She started gnawing on her bottom lip again, so I knew there was a story there. She was just going to make me drag it out of her.
“Uh… because I know you.”
She took another healthy gulp before spitting out “Ibroughthimhomeandwehadsex.” The sentence fell out of her mouth so fast, I could have sworn I misunderstood. I prayed I misunderstood.
“Say what now?” I asked in shock.
“Oh shut up! You heard me, don’t act like you didn’t.”
“Savannah! What the hell!” Like shit wasn’t already bad enough in this little town. Now Cloverleaf was at risk of being hit by the tornado I’d so lovingly nicknamed “Jervannah”.
“What? Why do you automatically assume this is a bad thing? What if we got back together or something?”
I twisted in her direction and started ticking the reasons off on my fingers. “First, I know you two didn’t get back together, because when I saw him today, he didn’t have a perma-grin. Secondly, you didn’t call me from the bathroom right after it happened to tell me all about it, in sweaty, gory detail. Third—”
“Okay, okay,” she interrupted. “I get your point, ass face. We didn’t get back together.”
I dropped my head into my hands. “Ohhh, this is going to be so bad.”
“Why does it have to be bad? Why can’t things just go back to normal?” I knew she knew better than to think that. She was grasping at straws.
“Because you know him, Savannah!” I yelled. “You know exactly how he’s going to get. He’s going to hold on to this for a few days,
That was it. She’d hit the wrong damn button. Stepping around the cart, I made my way to her, not close enough to actually scare her, just enough to intimidate. “What the hell is your problem, woman? You PMSin’ or is this just your normal level of bitch?”
“You’re my problem, asshole,” she hissed as she jabbed her finger into my chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bruise tomorrow.
“Jesus Christ! I get that I fucked up, Savannah, but it was eight years ago! How much longer you gonna make me pay for the sins of my past, huh?”
Something flashed across her face. It was there and gone before I could figure out what it was I saw. Taking a step back, she looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing on earth. “What you did was so much more than a simple fuck up,” she whispered with so much hatred I could almost feel it. “But you’re too self-absorbed to even care, aren’t you? She’s lived in hell, Luke… absolute hell. She finally gets to a point where she can feel happy again, and you breeze back on in and fuck it all up. You can’t do that to her again. You need to leave... for Emmy’s sake.”
Before my brain could even form a response, she was gone, leaving me reeling. I knew that seeing me with Allison all those years ago was going to hurt Emmy, but I never thought it would be to such an extent. I didn’t take our night together lightly, at all. I knew she gave me a gift when she asked me to be her first. But how long could a woman—or a town for that matter—hold on to that much hatred?
CHAPTER 9
EMERSON
“Okay, woman, you better start spilling right now.” Savannah and I were laying out in my backyard working on our tans. And by working on our tans, I mean lying out on my back deck in shorts and tank tops drinking from the pitcher of margaritas I’d just blended.
Priorities.
“I know not of what you speak,” she replied, sucking down more of her drink.
“Like hell, bitch. What happened to you after Jeremy dragged you away the other night?” It had been a few days since my latest disaster with Luke, and this was the first time I’d been able to nail Savannah down long enough to get the scoop.
“What makes you think something happened?” She started gnawing on her bottom lip again, so I knew there was a story there. She was just going to make me drag it out of her.
“Uh… because I know you.”
She took another healthy gulp before spitting out “Ibroughthimhomeandwehadsex.” The sentence fell out of her mouth so fast, I could have sworn I misunderstood. I prayed I misunderstood.
“Say what now?” I asked in shock.
“Oh shut up! You heard me, don’t act like you didn’t.”
“Savannah! What the hell!” Like shit wasn’t already bad enough in this little town. Now Cloverleaf was at risk of being hit by the tornado I’d so lovingly nicknamed “Jervannah”.
“What? Why do you automatically assume this is a bad thing? What if we got back together or something?”
I twisted in her direction and started ticking the reasons off on my fingers. “First, I know you two didn’t get back together, because when I saw him today, he didn’t have a perma-grin. Secondly, you didn’t call me from the bathroom right after it happened to tell me all about it, in sweaty, gory detail. Third—”
“Okay, okay,” she interrupted. “I get your point, ass face. We didn’t get back together.”
I dropped my head into my hands. “Ohhh, this is going to be so bad.”
“Why does it have to be bad? Why can’t things just go back to normal?” I knew she knew better than to think that. She was grasping at straws.
“Because you know him, Savannah!” I yelled. “You know exactly how he’s going to get. He’s going to hold on to this for a few days,
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