Lainey POV
I felt lighter the second the green door shut behind me.
It had been good to talk to somebody. It was strange that it had been Beck. I hadn't planned to tell him anything. I had walked in there by accident and tried my best to walk back out.
But there was something about him that made me want to open up. And I didn't only mean my legs.
I laughed at that, out loud, by myself on the sidewalk. One beer on an empty stomach, apparently.
I started for home.
I got as far as the post office, and then I stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk.
Maybe I was part of the problem, too.
I made myself look at it. I had been in this town for five weeks, and for every one of them I had been dreaming about another man. I had dreamed about him on the porch, and on the bar, and in his tru
