an ass.”
“Well, I did leave the guy at that altar, after all.”
“And now he wants to talk about that? What’s the point?”
Now she was the one putting her hand on his arm. It felt really good there. “I don’t know, Garrett. I mean, I love that you’re on my side, but I do feel guilty about running away. It had to be pretty awful for him.”
“Talking about it with him isn’t going to fix anything.”
“I know you’re right. But as I said, I haven’t decided whether to talk to him or not.”
“If you do decide to see him, meet him here.”
“Why?”
“I should be close by, just in case.”
She patted his arm and then picked up the other half of her sandwich. “At least my maid of honor was understanding. She promised she’d call my other bridesmaids and tell them I’m okay. It’s so weird.” She stared thoughtfully down at the triangle of sandwich in her hands. “I like my maid of honor, but I never felt all that close to her. It’s as if, in Denver, I was just going through the motions, acting out living a life that wasn’t really mine—oh, and, apparently, I’m a missing person, so I guess I need to go see the police and explain how I’m not so missing, after all.”
“That, I can definitely help you with.”
“No way. You’ve done enough.”
No, he hadn’t. Not if she still needed him. And clearly, she did. “My brother-in-law, Seth Yancy, is the county sheriff. I’ll take you to the justice center.”
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