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“I know, ohto be so thrilled that you’re back in town!”

Before I can say a word, she retrieves her phone from her back pocket and taps her acrylic nails onto the screen in quick succession

“Reenson?” she asks “Well, she’s Raina Mahoney now, but she’s soon to be Raina Jorgenson again She and Cutter separated this year and their divorce was just finalized today A bunch of us are getting together Friday at Petty Cash You should come!”

“What’s … Petty Cash?”

“Oh” She points behind her “It’s that bar on the corner of Cornflower and Main, the one with the rusty sign with the neon arrow? It’s owned by Dylan Petty and Cash Buchanan—you reht? You dated his brother …”

I could never forget Cash He was a daredevil wild child with zero filter A class clown An attention-starved youngest child ould do anything for a laugh—or a reaction He also worshipped the ground Wyatt walked on The two of the a little shy of two years apart in age

He must be about twenty-six by now

“Cash Buchanan owns a bar?” I ask It’s hard to think of Cash as an astute, responsible businessrow up to be one of those bling-bling rancher wives ays joked about ere younger

“It’s so fun,” she says “They’ve got one of those rodeo bulls, liveor just hanging out It’s kind of where everyone goes on the weekends” Tittering, she adds, “It’s not like there’s ht?”

She places her hand on my shoulder, her vibrant pink lips spread into a sweet-as-pie grin

“Let rab your number,” she continues

“Yeah, sure” I rattle off its and she sends me a quick text—an LOL emoji—so I have hers

“How long are you here, anyway?” Ivy asks

“Um, I’m not really sure A couple of weeks at least”

“Well that’s nice I’ back in town, you’ll have a line of people at your door wanting to catch up with you”