Lainey POV
It was Rhett who told me.
It was a slow Tuesday. I was cutting lemons, which nobody in that bar would ever ask for, because Vivian had started coming in on Thursdays. Rhett was on his usual stool, peeling the label off a bottle.
"I'll say this for your boyfriend," he said. "He's shorter than I pictured."
I laughed. "How would you know?"
"I've got eyes."
"You've never met him."
"Sure I have. He came in last Monday." He flicked a curl of label onto the bar. "Had a beer. Shook hands. Told Beck you'd been his girl since you were seventeen."
The knife stopped.
I looked at him. He wasn't smirking. He looked back at me, a little puzzled, and I watched it dawn on him.
"Huh," he said. "Nobody mentioned it."
Nobody had.
I looked down the bar. Walt had lifted his crossword unti
