her. Five years was a long time, longer than theyâd been together, and sheâd likely changed just as much as he had. They really didnât know each other at all anymore. âDoes it matter to you if Iâm here?â
She seemed to hesitate before she answered. âShould it?â
He laughed. âLook at us, trying to be so respectful of each other. Weâve known each other too long and too well not to be completely honest. You need to do whatâs best for you. Iâll do the same. Deal?â
She came forward and held her hand out for a shake. âDeal.â
He shook her hand and felt . . . warmth.
âSo weâre friends then?â
âI think so.â But not typical friendship. More like Friends With History. If that was a thing. Yeah, it was definitely a thing.
She exhaled then smiled. âTell me about France. I was so happy to hear about your internship. Iâm not the least bit surprised you parlayed that into something permanent.â
âThanks, itâs been pretty spectacular.â
âAnd the internship came at the perfect time. Because of Alex dying . . . â Her voice trailed off, and she winced. âSorry, I didnât mean to throw the conversation off a cliff again.â
He shook his head. âItâs okay. Yeah, it was perfect timing.â He didnât tell her Alexâs death had been the catalyst that had finally pushed him out of Ribbon Ridge. That had been such a bone of contention for them, why revisit that conflict? She believed that his family was more important to him than she was, but that hadnât been true. She just hadnât understood the bond they shared, not when her parents were so messed up.
Maybe things with them had improved. He hoped so, for her sake. âHowâs your dad?â
âStill working at the ER. And with Joss, though they continue to live apart. Itâs so weird.â Joss was the woman her father had started dating when Bex had been in community college. The woman who had prompted Bex to leave Bend and move halfway across the state to go to Oregon State. Hayden had met Jossâshe was incredibly intenseâso he understood Bexâs difficulties with her.
âAnd things are still rosy between you and her?â
Bex rolled her eyes. âTotally. Sheâs such an enabler, but whatever. I canât fix my dad and his various issues. Heâs her problem now.â
Hayden doubted Bex could turn her back on him so completely. Sheâd been looking out for him since her parents had divorced. âIs he still self-medicating?â
She shrugged. âI guess. Like I said, I stay out of it.â
He took the hint. Bex had never liked talking about them too much. She preferred a laissez-faire approach, which was the exact opposite of what his family would do.
âHowâs your mom?â he asked.
Her lips curved up. âStill living the high life in Seattle. We e-mail periodically, see each other now and again. Itâs blissfully low maintenance.â
Yuck. Hayden couldnât imagine having that kind of relationship with his family. Theyâd always been pretty close, even when theyâd been sprawled all over the place. âHow was Eugene? Tough place to be for a Beaver.â
Eugene was home to the University of Oregon, and the state rivalry between the Oregon Ducks and the Oregon State Beavers was epic. Hayden was the only Beaver in the family, while both Liam and Tori were Ducks and pretty much everyone else rooted for the Ducks. It was just another way he was the odd man out.
She laughed. âDonât I know it? Didnât stop me from wearing my Beaver gear, especially during football season.â
Hayden smiled. Theyâd gone to every home game together. So many happy memories were wrapped up in Bex. So many painful ones, too. âI missed going to the games last year while I was in France.â And heâd miss them for at
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