“Are you talking about Lisa Laredo, the country-western artist?”
There was no reason for Colt to keep it a secret. The whole town knew. “Yeah.”
“Wow.” Delaney did a double take. “I’m not a country music fan, but she’s a household name. I had no idea she’d lived in Glory Junction, but I read a story somewhere about her and her songs for the film, about how it catapulted her to the top.”
He nodded. The story had become part of her legacy. “She lived here for two years.” And was supposed to stay permanently. They’d even begun to search for a bigger house.
“You couldn’t make it work? I mean, I know she probably has to go out on the road a lot, but couldn’t Glory Junction have been her home base?”
It could’ve been. But after what she’d done, what she’d stolen, he hadn’t wanted any part of her. Clearly being a big star meant more to her than the life they could’ve had together.
“Nashville is home to the industry,” he said. “That’s where she wanted to be. I’m over it, Delaney.”
He could tell she didn’t know how to respond, so they drank their wine in silence as the sun set over the Sierra. It felt comfortable, just the two of them. Too comfortable. He didn’t realize how much having someone to talk to at the end of the day was missing from his life, and how much he enjoyed it. And that’s what worried him. He was enjoying it a little too much.