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“And how oftendoyou two meet up?”
Savannah once again looked sheepish. “We meet for coffee a couple of times a month just to chat. It’s nice.”
“That often?”
“Yes,” Savannah said in a tiny voice. “And I already told you he comes over for breakfast every other week to check up on me.”
“Savannah.”
“What? You can’t be mad at me for leaning on him. He was great when I told him I was pregnant.”
I rubbed my chest absently. I had missed out on so much being across the country. Turns out, what I thought I had been missing was just the tip of the iceberg.
Jack protected us in a way our mother could not. Him being there for my sister shouldn’t surprise me. I guess I’d be more surprised if he’d just ignored her after I left.
He would have never done that.
I put my head down on the table in front of me, wallowed for a good ten seconds and then lifted my head.
Good thing I had the perfect distraction from all the Jack Montgomery nonsense: work.
Chapter 29
Jack
I trailedafter Whitney when she exited Barb’s Diner, but then decided to let her go. She needed time to process the bomb I had just dropped on her.
Well, Katie dropped the bomb technically, but it might as well have been me.
It should have been me.
In private.
Not at the end of an important dinner. Certainly not by the person who drove Whitney away from Haver’s Creek in the first place.
I disappointed Barb. She kept shaking her head at me and making displeased noises.
Hell, I was disappointed in myself. She couldn’t make me feel any worse than I already did.
After days of fighting, of being iced out, Whitney had started to thaw. She began to trust me and then I fucked it up by not being completely honest with her.
I was an idiot.
I didn’t notice as Barb came up from behind me until her gentle hand grasped my shoulder. “Come take a seat.”
In a daze, my feet carried me to the back of the diner, following Barb.
Fortunately, the donors were gone, Katie included, so none of them were present to witness my embarrassment.
Only a few people sat eating their dinner at various tables scattered throughout the restaurant. Nobody paid us any attention.
I sat down in one of the corner barstools as Barb went behind the long counter coming back a few minutes later with another slice of pie and a steaming cup of coffee.
I lifted my mug. “Thanks, Barb.”
She hunched over the counter on the other side. Suddenly I felt like I was talking to a bartender. But Barb knew me way better than any random bartender ever could.
“What did you do?”
