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“Nothing.” I shake my head. "I don’t really have a plan, honestly. I don’t even have a job lined up.” I push my hair behind my ears.

“Risky.”

“Maybe a little. I’ll be fine for a while though.”

A perk of marrying rich—you get some money after the divorce.

“I was planning a trip to the cabin,” he says. “You should come with me.”

“What?” I choke on my own spit trying to contain a laugh.

He must be joking.

“I go there for some peace and quiet sometimes. The town has felt a bit…crowded lately. You can get a good feel for Washington again out there.”

Oh my gosh, he’s not kidding. He actually wants to go to his parent's cabin together?

The Sean I knew ten years ago was someone I could always trust—but now we’re strangers. What if he’s still mad about what happened? What if he’s gone crazy and wants to seclude me in the woods to murder me?

But then his smile flashes—and that sweet flicker in his eyes shines at me and I know none of that could be true. Time may have passed, but he’s still someone I can trust.

“Okay,” I reply.

“Really?” His eyebrows shift in question.

“Yeah, I could use some mind clearing.”

He nods his head in agreement. “Well, we can leave whenever works for you.”

“How about tonight?”

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The drive felt long, but every minute became more comfortable between us. The stiffness in my back has since released from yesterday.

We spoke about the easy stuff at first, mostly family and friend drama. Anything but details about Graham.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I’m babbling,” I say with a laugh.

Sean chuckles with me from behind the wheel.

He’s a great driver now, which he didn’t use to be. I’d always get so frustrated by his speeding. Typical Sean used to think it was hilarious to scare me with his reckless driving skills back then.

“No, you’re not, it’s fine. It’s not like it's boring or anything. This is some juicy stuff,” he jokes, his eyes glowing.

“I’m glad my sad, drama-filled life is keeping you ent-ertained,” I kid back.

And he doesn’t even know the half of it.

The sun is hitting his face so perfectly, his blonde hair shining. His green eyes look bright, entrancing me. Men always age better than women. He’s going to keep getting better looking as I get worse. It’s not fair.

“If I’m being honest, I just don’t really have anyone else to rant to,” I admit.

Every person in my life, excluding Sean and my dad, knows every detail of my life with Graham because they know him too. Unfortunately, leaving town means they stayed friends with him and I’m stuck on my own.

“How sad.” He shakes his head, mocking me. “I’m your only friend, aren’t I?”

I play along and give him my best serious face. “I wouldn’t exactly consider us friends again just yet.”