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There she is

Standing right in front of h to see the flush in her cheeks and the shock in her expression

Lark

My Lark, h she hasn’t been mine for years, and I’m pretty sure she hates me

I would hate me if I were her

Hell

This is even harder than I thought it would be

My stomach knots around my last drink of beer, and my heart lurches to a stop only to kick into overdrive, slaainst my ribs

I knew there was an excellent chance I’d see Lark tonight I’d counted on it, in fact There was no other reason to agree to be Lana Tate’s plus one to a wedding reception where I knew I’d be persona non grata—Lisa is Lark’s best friend and I’ the question any irlfriends did

A few of the me a new one on Lark’s behalf, but I didn’t reply I tookI could do to make it better

At least, back then there had been nothing

But things are different now—I’ here But now that it’s happening, now that her gaze is locked on ry she still is…

Now I’ood idea

Maybe I should have called first

Or written a letter?

And ould that have read like, jackass?

“Reo? Well, I’ city How’s life?”

The thought of Lark reading a note like that e

She deserves better She deserves h, and that’s exactly what I intend to do