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Page 37 of Double Team

“Beck, when did you get back?”

“A few days ago. I came home to help Grams with the house. How are you? Are you still with Tammi? How are your parents?”

“Mom and Dad are good, retired. I took over the bookstore. Tammi and I got married and have two little girls. Chrissy is five and Tabitha is three.”

Ryder was now facing the bar, and I could see him look over at me through the mirror. Not sure what that was about.

“Is Tammi here? Or is she home with the girls?”

“Actually”—Ryder looked away briefly—“Tammi left me two years ago.”

“What? I thought for sure you two would be together forever.”

“Yea, me too. She, however, decided she didn’t want to be a wife and mother anymore. We got divorced, and she left town.”

“She left the kids? Well, I can now tell you I never really liked her, anyway.”

I knew that was the truth.

Beck hated Tammi. Ryder and she must have gotten together sometime between when I ‘died’ and Beck left town. I was sure Beck hated that. She always thought Rachel and Ryder would get together. By the time I came back, Ryder and Tammi were married, and once Cash got a look at Rachel, she was his.

“How are you doing being back in town, Beck?”

“So far, I’m doing good. I’ve stayed pretty close to home, though. Only been to the diner and the grocery store.”

“You need to come to the bookstore. I would love for you to meet my girls.”

“I would love that!”

“Hey, remember that time you, me, Rachel, and Micah broke into the store at night?” Ryder asked.

Hearing my name had me looking up at the mirror again at two of the three people who meant the world to me growing up. We were always together, getting into trouble.

“Of course I do. We went in there to look at theJoy of Sex, and when we got in, you two wouldn’t let Rachel and I see anything. You said we were too young.”

I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear it in her voice.

Did I just imagine that she purposely didn’t say my name?

Was I an asshole for hoping it was too painful for her?

Was I also an asshole for wanting her to still be missing me?

“You were too young,” Ryder countered, shrugging his shoulder.

“We were all the same age.” Beck smacked him in the chest. She was getting irritated with him just like when wewere kids. Ryder had a way of bringing out her frustrated side. Beck never got angry with anyone, really, except her mom.

“Nope, Micah and I were fourteen, you and Rachel were still technically thirteen.”

“You had just turned fourteen. He was the oldest. Rach and I were only a few weeks behind.”

She did it again.

I didn’t realize until now how much I wanted to hear her say my name. I needed to hear her say my name.

Ryder looked at me in the mirror again.

I knew that look.


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