“Oh wow, he’s gorgeous.”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“You always get such great-looking guys. Those guys never look twice at me.”
“I don’t know why. You’re cute as a button.”
Marty sighed. “Right. You two look very sweet together. You aren’t going to see him again?”
“I wanted to, but I guess he didn’t.” My throat tightened.
“Why? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “He doesn’t want a long-distance relationship, and I’m just not ready to move back to Vermont. I don’t know if I ever will be.”
“He won’t move here?”
“Not a chance,” I said, finishing off my coffee. “He’s a cop in Montpelier. That’s not a job you leave easily, and he’s lived there all his life.”
“Well, that just sucks, Dane. I’m sorry.” He got up and hugged me, and I felt the weight of everything that had happened lately, and before I knew it I found myself crying all over Marty.
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