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4—“Are you kidding me?!”

Becky shrank back.

“Do you know what I went through our junior year? Do you have any idea?!” I held up a hand, all my fingers spread out. “Five people turned on me that year. My mom. My dad. My two best friends. My boyfriend. All of them left me!” I held up one finger on my other hand. “You were my sixth. You were my salvation, until the guy you had a crush on made you choose. You chose him over me.” My sixth finger curled in with the others. “You left me when I had no one.”

“That year was when you started dating Mason—”

“And thank God I screwed him!” I registered movement from the corner of my eye, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not anymore. “My family blew up that year, and yeah, I got another one. Mason and Logan became my family, and things have been just fine, but now you want back in?”

“Yes.”

Her voice was meek.

I backed away, shaking my head.

Her face twisted. “I am sorry, Sam. I really am.”

“But it’s too late. I let you back in. I gave you a second chance, and you chose him over me. Again.” I turned to go back, and Adam stood there, his gaze stricken. Cass, Mark, and so many others lined up behind him. I had to laugh. “You all came for the show? Well, sorry. Show’s over.” I moved forward, ready to bulldoze my way through, but they all moved aside. As I returned to my spot behind the counter, Mason waited for me. His eyes stopped me in my tracks, and that was when I knew.

I hadn’t been yelling at Becky just now.

I’d been yelling at my mother.

Petey stayed away. Thank God, but he was the only one.

I was still standing at the counter, unsure what to do, when Adam burst through the tent’s opening.

“Thank you.” His jaw clenched.

I looked up, feeling haunted. I didn’t ask for what.

“She’s been wanting your friendship back from the moment she knew she lost it. I’ve been telling her to let go. She wouldn’t, though. She kept hoping and praying. That’s why I worked it so you were at our engagement. She wanted that moment, because if there was ever a chance, I thought it would be there. You were at an event she’ll remember for the rest of her life. You won’t remember.” He scoured Mason with a look. “I’ve no doubt you’ll forget all about us when you move on to the big leagues, but she’ll remember.” He leaned over the counter, closer to me. “I helped take away some of that regret. She tried being your friend, and what’d you do in return? You spit on her. Fuck you, Samantha.”

“Hey.” Mason faced him squarely.

Heather still sat on her stool, watching me.

Adam’s finger came down hard on the counter. “From this day forward, I want you to have nothing to do with Rebecca. You got that?!”

Heather grunted, rotating her barstool so she faced Adam as well. “Are you insane?” she murmured.

His eyes were heated and dilated, and the tips of his ears were pink. He threw her a look. “Excuse me?”

“You.” Heather frowned at him. “Are you insane? That’s what I’m asking.”

“What?”

“What?” She mocked him in a huff before standing. “Who works here? Who came here? Who’s continued to seek the other one out? Who’s the one asking for friendship without doing a goddamn thing to earn it?”

She’d moved closer with each question. If she took another step forward, she would’ve been touching him. She angled her head up. She didn’t give a shit how he stood over her, literally looking down.

“You have nothing to do with Sam,” she told him. “Your girlfriend should have nothing to do with her. Not Sam. She’s not done anything to deserve your treatment, and you better thank the assholes Mason’s beat up in the last month because they’re the only reason you aren’t knocked unconscious right now.”

She turned to Mason. “I get it. You have a monthly knockout quota or something?”

Mason didn’t answer, but one side of his mouth lifted.

Adam skewered all of us with a look. “I should’ve known nothing’s changed. Here I thought we were all moving past the bullshit from high school.”

He turned to go, but Mason was right there, blocking him.

“What did you think we were doing?”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“You seem to have been under the impression we were friends?”

“Oh, please.” Adam started to move around Mason, but Mason kept in front of him. Adam let out a sigh, lifting his arms in a helpless gesture. “What do you want? Yes, I was the idiot. I’m now realizing there were no friendship promises made.”

“You just assumed?”

Mason was stone cold, no reaction or emotion showing on his face. His chiseled jawline was firm, and his eyes were almost dead. Even though I’d been writhing underneath him this morning, another sensual shiver slid down my spine. It was eerie, but I wanted him so damned much in this moment.

“Yes. I just assumed. Happy now?” Adam spat.

Becky and Cass came to the beer garden’s tent entrance, and Adam looked over Mason’s shoulder. “I’m coming. I just had to grab something.”

Becky’s face was wet from tears, and Cass had a hand on her shoulder.

I felt kicked in the stomach, and the fight left me.

Becky had been a good friend, in her way. She’d never stabbed me in the back. It was time I moved past it. I came out from behind the counter. “Becky—” I started.

Her eyes widened while Cass’ narrowed. “Stop right there,” Cass said. “You’ve done enough damage. Thank you.”

Ignoring her, I asked Becky, “Can we talk? Please.”

Her head jerked in a nod, and she wiped the tears from her face.

I headed for a far table. It was empty, and I didn’t know anyone sitting at the neighboring tables. Becky sat across from me, her movements cautious and slow. I noticed and wrung my hands together on my lap.

She folded her hands, laying them on the table in front of her. Her shoulders seemed to shrink in size. “What else is there to say?”

“Your timing sucks.”

A harsh laugh came from her. “Don’t hold back, Sam. Please.”

“My mom is back in town. Did you know that?”

Her head had been lowered. She raised it now, her eyes finding mine. I tried not to wince at the compassion that flooded her gaze. Tried. Guilt coated my insides, and I failed.

“She came back last year, but I’ve been avoiding her since then.”

“That’s why you stayed at Cain last summer?”

I nodded. “And why I’ve barely been here for holidays. All of it was because of her.”

“But you’re here for the entire summer now?”

I nodded again. “And so is she.”

“Has she said anything to you?”

“No.” Maybe the joke was on me? “That’s the funny part. I saw her SUV and knew she was in it, but that’s been all. Every day I’m waiting for her to show, like she’s going to pounce on me or something.” I raked a hand over my face. “I’m wound up tight, and you’re the one who got it. I’m sorry for that.”

“For that?” A soft frown marred her features. “But not…”

“But not for the rest. You can’t trick someone into being friends with you, especially if there’s bad blood. I suddenly found myself at your engagement, but I didn’t ask to be there. I was put on the spot to congratulate you, and I did mean it, but now you guys are here, and you’re coming at me like we’ve been friends this whole time. If you really want to be friends again—”

She leaned forward. “I do. I really do.”

“—then you need to ask if we can. And you need to respect my answer, whatever it is.”

“Oh.” Her gaze fell to the table again.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.”

“Yeah?” She looked up again, hope in her eyes. She began to smile. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">