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Theto see the boy he once was Holy shit, has he changed I hardly recognize hi behind those deep set, reat sreen eyes How could I have not rereen eyes? I’d stared into them while we ate sushi Now it seenize him

“How have you been?” I ask casually, trying to play it cool

He ignores the question and asks, “Why are you back in Pepperhill?” His words are cold and a little cocky He hatesto show indifference I can’t blame him I would hate me too after what I did to him I should just let him have his moment, but I have pride of my own and match his cold and cocky demeanor

I put my own indifference into my tone when I say, “I plan to restore lory”

“You can’t do that”

I cut hilare If so, I most definitely will show them that I can, and I will And I’ll show hi, and I even understand his coldness towardme down

He stares at me calmly “You can’t fix it up”

“Why the hell not?” I ask with my hands on my hips and a look of determination that refuses to waver

“Because you can’t even get the door open”

I roll ossips, I take it”

“Word gets around in a small town Also, the locksmith is my brother’s best friend so I tend to hear news quicker than most”

“I hate this town,” I gruo back to the locked front door There has to be a way to get in without busting theLast thing I want to do is pay for any unnecessary repairs But if the locksmith won’t help me, I’m not sure what else to do