The hostess motioned toward the back table. Putting on a smile, Livvy hurried over. “Howdy. What can I get y’all to drink?”
The woman glanced up from her menu, and Livvy forced the smile to stay on her face.
Angela Withers sat in the booth. Across from her sat a man Livvy didn’t recognize, a man who was definitely not Tanner.
A syrupy smile spilled across Angela’s face. “Hello.” She ran a finger down the menu. “I’ll have a Coke. Extra ice please.”
“Sure thing. For you?” Livvy focused on the guy, making a mental note of what he looked like.
“Iced tea.”
“Sweet or unsweet?”
“Sweet.” He winked and let his gaze wander downward.
Livvy gave a quick nod before leaving to get the drinks.
When she approached the table again, she didn’t miss the couple holding hands. They were sharing the same side of the booth and had their hands down, but not completely out of sight. For someone engaged, Ms. Withers sure wasn’t acting like it.
“Have you decided?” Livvy smiled despite the anger that burned inside.
Tanner seemed so nice. He didn’t deserve to be engaged to someone that would cheat. Livvy tried to maintain an objective perspective while Angela and her hand-holding friend ordered.
Livvy turned in their orders and kept herself busy until it was time to take them food. After dropping off the plates, she hurried away, frustrated with the whole situation. Then she thought about Tanner. He needed to know.
While the cheaters ate, since Livvy had no other tables with customers, she busied herself in the back room, refilling the salt and pepper shakers, wiping the tables, and eavesdropping.
Slipping into the booth behind the couple unnoticed, she spent a few extra minutes wiping the same spot over and over.
“Oh, Daryl.” Angela morphed the two syllables into five.
“Just move in with me, Ang.”
Whoever the Daryl guy was, Livvy didn’t like him.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m engaged.” Angela’s sing-song reply sent a rage pulsing through Livvy’s insides.
Daryl chuckled. “You didn’t act like it last night.”
Angela giggled, then cleared her throat. “Baby, I love you—you know that—but marrying Tanner is business.”
“What about us?” Daryl sounded hurt.
“It doesn’t have to be complicated. We’ll just have to be discreet. I’ll have to plan weekends away with my bestie.”
Oh please. Livvy almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She needed to warn Tanner. That wouldn’t be awkward or weird at all.
“Can you at least take that off, so we can pretend for a few minutes? I don’t need a reminder of him every time I hold your hand.”
“My ring?” Angela kept her voice a whisper.
“Yeah, that big rock that has you willing to throw away my love.” Daryl didn’t seem her type.
“Better? Remember, if anyone comes up, you’re my cousin, and we’re catching up.”
Daryl laughed. “I guess that makes us kissing cousins.”
Other customers arrived, and Livvy gave up her listening post.
She relaxed a little when Angela and Daryl finally left. She no longer wondered if Tanner would arrive early and catch them. That thought made her ill. He needed to know, but finding out that way wasn’t something she’d wish on her worst enemy, and especially not on her favorite customer.
While Livvy served other patrons, she tried to decide how to tell Tanner what she’d seen and heard.
As she collected her tip from Angela’s table, light glinted off something tucked under the edge of a plate.
Livvy gasped.
A ring with a diamond the size of Mt. Rushmore had been left on the table. The engagement ring.
She turned, ready to run after Angela, but hesitated. It could be used to convince Tanner.
Just give it back to Angela.
Livvy ran out the door but didn’t see either of the cheaters. Unless he changed his pattern, Tanner would be sitting in his favorite booth in a few hours. She’d give it to him then.
It completely ruined her plan for the evening. She was going to tell him about how much his good deed ten years ago had meant to her and thank him, but that didn’t pair well with breaking the news that his fiancée was cheating on him.
The diner filled with customers and kept Livvy busy. She didn’t have time to think about the ring.
As the night wore on, the crowds thinned. With less than an hour before closing, the diner was almost empty. Only one couple chatted at the counter, sipping coffee.
The hostess and the other waitress were somewhere in the back, leaving Livvy to keep tabs on the dining room.
Tanner was late. Or maybe he wasn’t coming at all.
She sent a text to her mom: I’m spending the night with a friend. If the books in the library counted as friends, then it wasn’t a lie. Livvy had used almost every excuse possible for not being around the house. Soon, she’d have to be honest.
A customer stepped in while Livvy refilled coffee for the couple at the counter.
“Sit anywhere. I’ll be with you in a sec.” She stayed focused on not spilling the hot liquid.
Once the coffee pot rested safely back in its spot, she scanned the room.
Tanner sat in his usual spot.
Livvy swallowed the lump in her throat. All resolve to tell Tanner about what she’d overheard melted away as she moved toward his table. “Hi. I wondered if you were coming in tonight?”
A dejected-looking Tanner glanced up and flashed a weak smile. “I made it.”
“Everything okay?”
“Found out that my fiancée is cheating on me.” He didn’t even glance at the menu.
“I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.” Inside, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t have to break the news.
“I haven’t eaten yet, so I’ll have chicken fried steak with a side of hash browns. And a tea.”
“Sweet?” Livvy wanted to hug him.
“Please.”
She trotted off to the kitchen and hurried back with a glass of tea. “Here ya go.” She slipped a straw out of her apron and dropped it on the table. In a moment of bravery, she took a chance. “Want some company? My shift will be over soon. I can sit with you if you want.”
Tanner studied her then motioned toward the empty bench. “Thanks, Livvy.” He extended his hand. “I’m Tanner.”
“Nice to meet you.” After chatting for a bit, she’d give the ring back, explaining what she’d heard—just as soon as she worked up the nerve. That was her plan.
He used his straw to submerge an ice cube. “How long have you worked at the diner?”
“A couple years. Only part-time, until about a year ago.”
“Pies are good.”
“The best.” Her ability to ask questions and spark conversation disappeared. “So, um, what do you do?”
He pulled up the straw and watched the ice pop back to the surface. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Why had she asked such a stupid question? “Okay. Hmmm. What’s your favorite pie?”
That question pulled a small smile out of him. “Pecan. You?”
“Lemon Meringue.”
He continued to play with his straw. “I work in the family business.”
She didn’t linger on the business topic since he’d hesitated to give even that much info. “Sounds exciting, but not as exciting as waiting tables. I get to meet all kinds of interesting people.” Nervousness had her rambling, and she sounded like an idiot. “That was a joke.”
He laughed, but it sounded courteous. “What do you do when you aren’t meeting all kinds of interesting people?”
“I take classes.” Overcome with insecurity, she willed the cooks to hurry.
Tanner sipped his tea. “I’m not great company tonight, sorry.”
“That’s okay. I’m sorry about what happened.”
He stared at the condensation pooling on the table. “Yeah.”
Livvy shifted. “I can’t imagine anyone—” A bell dinged in the kitchen, and she jumped up. “Lemme grab your food.” She added an extra glass of ice and a pitcher of tea to the tray before returning to the table.
“Everything looks delicious.”
“If you’d rather just eat alone, I won’t be offended.” Livvy waited before sitting down again.
Sad brown eyes surveyed the room. “The company is kinda nice, but I don’t want to keep you from anything.”
“You aren’t. Let me ring up that couple, and I’ll be back.”
He tapped her hand before she stepped away. “Thank you.”
Washing her hands was a requirement of the job, but now she didn’t want to. “My pleasure.”
The couple, who decided to share their weekend itinerary, kept her at the counter for ten minutes or more. Livvy maintained politeness even though she wanted to be chatting with Tanner.
As soon as the door closed, she rushed back to the table.
“You always so nice to people?” He ran a piece of chicken fried steak through the white gravy.
“The truth? No.” She put her finger to her lips. “But let that be our secret.”
“Deal.” He flashed a genuine smile. “So, tell me about the interesting people you’ve met.” He mixed his hash browns with the leftover gravy.
While he’d given her the perfect opportunity to tell him about Angela, Livvy couldn’t do it. It would wipe the smile from his face, and she couldn’t do it. “Mr. Thorn comes in every Monday night. He is aptly named. He brings a thermometer to make sure his coffee is hot enough.”
“Oh boy. That doesn’t sound fun.”
“Mostly, I think he’s lonely and misses his wife. She used to come in with him, and he was much nicer then.”
“Did she . . . uh ...?”
“She died about a year ago. Her name was Rose.”
“Rose Thorn?”
Livvy crossed her heart. “No joke.” She took a long sip of tea, trying to think of anyone else that would qualify as interesting. “Once I had a woman show up and sit in that booth until closing. She was here for hours.”
“Did you keep her company?”
“No, got the sense she didn’t want to talk. I just kept topping off her coffee.” Livvy realized that the people she found interesting didn’t sound quite so interesting when she talked about them. “Tell me about you.”
He pushed his plate to the side. “I work for my grandfather. I’m guessing he and the widowed Mr. Thorn would get along quite well.” Dragging his fingers through his hair, he sighed. “I love him, but when he sets his mind on something it’s almost impossible to tell him no. And I need to figure out how to do that.”
“I’m sure he’ll still love you.”
Tanner wrinkled his nose. “That makes one of us.”
“Need pie?”
“Sure. Bring me two slices of lemon meringue.”
“Will do.”
When Livvy carried the pie and coffee to the table, Tanner pointed to the other bench. “Have a seat. The other slice is for you if you want it.”
“Thanks.” She never turned down a slice of lemon pie.
“Everything okay with you? You seem . . . different.”
Again, Livvy had the perfect opportunity to spill the story. Instead she filled her mouth with meringue and nodded.
Once they’d both finished their pie, Tanner glanced at the time. “I should go.”
“I’ll check you out up there.” She walked to the counter, trying to think of any way to extend the conversation. Wanting to be around him longer, she contemplated a crazy, stupid, risky idea. She couldn’t keep the ring all night. “I hope your night gets better.”
“Me too. I’m going to hide from the world for a while. That’ll help.”
“I hope so.” After ringing him up, Livvy untied her apron and poked her head into the kitchen. “Maxine, last customer is headed out.”
“Run along. I’ll close up.” Maxine always treated Livvy kindly.
She turned, surprised that Tanner hadn’t left.
He held out several bills. “For you. Thanks for the great service and the company.”
His tip was extravagant, twice what he left on a normal Friday night.
“This is too much.”
“Night, Livvy.”
“I enjoyed talking with you.” She appreciated the extra funds more than he would ever know. It was the little extra she needed to get a hotel room and truly sleep. But not until after she’d done what she should have done when he first came in.
Chapter 3
The unexpected company had been a welcome distraction on a glum night. And for the first time, he didn’t feel guilty about spending time with Livvy. Not that any of the previous visits really qualified as that. Beyond a couple brief exchanges, they’d hardly spoken.
He grabbed a toothpick out of the holder.
She stuffed his tip in her pocket. “Have a good night.”
“You too. And be careful going home. Sounds like a storm is rolling in.”
She only nodded.
Tanner pushed open the door and trudged out to his truck. Coop wouldn’t joke about Angela cheating, but if Tanner had any doubts, the pictures Coop sent erased any question. Now that he knew, Tanner had no interest in seeing Angela, and she wasn’t opposed to showing up at the house unannounced.
So, Tanner headed out toward his cabin, but unsure of how long he might stay, he stopped at the store and grabbed drinks, food, a large insulated cooler, and several bags of ice—as a precautionary measure. The road in occasionally ended up blocked by fallen trees. With a storm approaching, he prepared to stay all weekend. He might do that even if the storm didn’t cause any trouble.
After a quick trip through the store, he got soaked piling grocery bags in the cab then headed out of town. The rain had started and showed no signs of letting up.
Just west of San Antonio, he exited the highway and turned down a dark road. He loved that the area around the cabin remained secluded. Feeling stupid rather than heartbroken, he contemplated when to break off the engagement. The how was easier now.
Always with an eye for business, his grandfather had encouraged the engagement because a family association with the Withers would strengthen the business.
Tanner understood why Dad hadn’t accepted a job in the family business when he married Mom. But after Tanner’s sister left the company—if you could call it that—Tanner became the golden child, the heir to the corner office and a fortune.
He didn’t much care about the fortune. It was nice, but he questioned whether it was worth it. What kept him at the company was the idea of keeping the business alive after Grandfather was no longer running things. Tanner needed to learn all he could now in order to make that happen.
The rain continued as he got closer to his place. He breathed a sigh of relief as he turned onto the gravel driveway that wound through trees and brush. Set back off the road, only those that knew what to look for could even find the cabin.
His family all knew where it was, but he’d never invited them out there.
The weather had worsened faster then he’d expected. Being pelted by rain, he unloaded the groceries, ice, and beer. Hopefully he’d left enough clothes on his last stay to last through the weekend. Otherwise his jeans would be walking around on their own by the time he went home.
Inside the one room cabin, he put away all that would melt or spoil and popped the top on an amber ale. He kicked off his jeans, yanked off his shirt, and dropped onto the bed. Flipping through channels, he sipped his beer.
Very few knew of the cabin’s existence, and his grandfather wasn’t one of them. Mom had encouraged Tanner to find a place away from the rest of the world. Times like these made him glad he’d listened. Maybe the storm would down a tree, blocking off everyone’s ability to find him. He might’ve stumbled on the perfect weekend, despite his la
ck of planning.
Winds picked up outside, and the rain pounded harder.
Tanner sat up when a bang sounded outside. A car door? No other noise followed it, so he shrugged it off and laid back down.
Before his head hit the pillow, someone rapped at the door before it flung open.
He jumped up, wearing only his boxer briefs, and gaped at Livvy standing in his doorway “What are you doing here?”
Her white t-shirt plastered to her trim, short frame, her blonde ponytail dripping wet, Livvy stood shivering in the doorway. “P-p-please, can I come in?”
“Yeah, close the door before the storm blows it away. And lock it.” Tanner tugged on his jeans.
She dropped her wet duffle bag and covered her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I only plan to stay a minute.”
“It’s okay.” He wasn’t sure what to make of the unexpected visit.
Had she picked up on his attraction? He’d been so careful.
After bolting the door, she crossed her arms, which did little to hide the pale grey lace underneath the wet t-shirt. “I’ll go after I say what I need to tell you.”
Tanner rolled his eyes. “You can’t leave. It’s nasty out there.”
She stared at the floor. “I almost ran off the road twice, and I’ve been sitting outside since just after you arrived, hoping it would let up. I almost left anyway, but ...”
“You can’t go back out in that. Just stay.” He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at the bed then the sofa. His cabin wasn’t exactly set up for guests.
She opened her bag and rummaged around. “Everything in here is soaking wet.”
He ran to his dresser and grabbed the first t-shirt his hand touched. “Here.” He held it out, trying not to look at her wet shirt. “You can change in the bathroom.”
She snatched it out of his hand. “Thanks.”
The door closed, and he waited. Why had she come?
A minute later, the door opened, and she stepped into view. “Are you mad at me?”
“No.” His one-word, snippy answer made it sound like he was lying. “I just—having you show up is a surprise.”
She draped her wet clothes over the chairs and table. “Thanks for the shirt.”
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