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“I haven’t talked to them yet,” I admitted. “I only just decided . . .”
“So, tell them you’ll be back,” Wyn commanded. “You don’t have to tell them when.”
“And you expect them to hold my job for me?” I shook my head. “Even if they did, I—I have to be here. Iwantto be here. I want a relationship with my niece or nephew. I want a chance to make things right with my dad. If I go back to New York . . .”
“You hate it here,” Wyn accused. “Don’t you?”
“No,” I said quietly. “I hated the pain that I associated with it. It’s not the same now. And I need time to deal with that too.”
“I don’t fucking believe this,” Wyn hissed. She jumped up from her chair and marched out of the bakery.
We stared after her.
I looked at Poet. “You gonna storm out of here too?”
She shook her head and wiped her eye. “It was bad enough that Hadley left. Now you’re leaving too?”
Hadley pushed the plate of baked goods toward Poet.
Poet reached for an eclair. “Wyn’s surprised, you know. I’m not, though.”
“You’re not?” I asked. “Why not?”
“Even if your dad hadn’t had his accident, I always thought you’d be pulled home. Hadley’s your twin. Being separated is hard on both of you.”
“Is this what you wanted to tell me?” Hadley asked. “Before Wyn and Poet showed up.
I nodded.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked. “There’s nothing that says you can’t change your mind.”
“I’ve made up my mind.”
Of course I’d left out a huge part of the story.
I’d tell them the whole truth . . .
After the wedding.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Town
“You take Poet to the house,” I said, handing Hadley the keys. “I’ll find Wyn and we’ll meet you there.”
“You sure?” Hadley asked.
“I’m sure.”
“Where do you think she went?” Poet asked.
“Not far. The town can fit on a pin head,” I remarked. “If I had to guess, she went to the Copper Mule.”
“They’re not open yet,” Hadley said. “It’s just past two.”
“I have a sixth sense about it,” I said. “She’s probably halfway into a Bloody Mary.”
Poet winced. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
