Page 96 of The Long Way Home

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Ben:

Please, Rach. Talk to me. Lets work this out, I'm begging you.

Saturday was interesting:

Ben:

This isn't fair.

Ben:

You always said you wanted me to try. I'm trying now. Isn't that what you wanted?

The anger didn’t start until this week.

Ben:

So that's it? You throw everything away over one bad night???

Ben:

Do you even care about what we had? Or was that all fake?

Ben:

I swear to god Rachel if you're screwing him you're dead to me.

Last night:

Ben:

fucj this r u wifh hikm

Ben:

i nver lobed u

He must have been drunk for that one. It came across my phone at 1:37 am.

Thankfully, I haven’t received any today.

I lock up and head down the steps. I open the door to get in the car, and start driving.

The noise of the bar hits as soon as I walk in. There is music playing low from the speakers and the hum of too many conversations happening at once.

I spot them right away in the corner booth. Rhett and Connor are on one side. Anderson is at the end, with a beer already in front of him. There is an empty spot next to him and one on the opposite side. Wes is at the edge of the table, laughing at something Connor just said.

I walk over and slide into the open seat on the opposite side of Anderson, assuming Margo wants to sit next to her man.

“Hey, Rach,” he says, nodding at me. “Perfect timing. We just ordered a round.”

“Good,” I reply, setting my bag down beside me. “I could use one.”

Wes flags the server and adds another beer to the order.

Connor leans forward. “Slone still coming up tomorrow?”

“Yeah, she’s bringing her friend Lexi,” Anderson answers. “She’s working a half day, then driving in to ride up with Margo and me on Friday.”

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