Ramona sipped her wine. “You had a job in New York.”
“New York wasn’t home.” Ean set his glass on the table.
Ramona laughed. “Do you really think this town can keep your interest this time?”
Ean shifted his attention to Megan and held her gaze. “Yes, it can.”
Megan dropped her gaze.
There, Ean thought, Ramona and I are done. He glanced at Quincy. But what was his friend’s role in Megan’s life?
CHAPTER 11
Ean responded to the summons from his front doorbell, but first stopped to check the security window. What was Ramona doing on his front steps? He thought he’d made it clear that he wasn’t interested in reconciling with her.
He pulled the door open and stepped aside.
“Oh.” Ramona turned and stepped hastily past him into the foyer. She placed her right hand delicately in front of her nose. “Were you working in the yard?”
Ean glanced down at his sweat-soaked blue T-shirt. “No, I just ran ten miles.”
Ramona shook her head. “Ean, it’s Sunday morning. Don’t you know all roads lead to church?”
“Not for me.” Ean locked the front door.
Ramona took another step back. “You’re not in New York anymore. People in Trinity Falls will talk if you don’t go to church.”
Ean led the way to the kitchen. “Since when do you care what people say?” He refilled his glass with ice water from the refrigerator. “Would you like some?”
“When were you planning to take a shower?” Ramona’s voice came from the doorway.
“When were you planning to leave?” Ean gulped more water.
Ramona’s expression darkened. She lowered her hand. “I came to talk about what you said at the restaurant last night.”
“Which was what?”
“You don’t remember?”
Ean drained the water, then put his empty glass in the dishwasher. “I said a lot of things.”
“You said you weren’t going back to New York.”
“I’ve said that before.” He turned from the dishwasher and settled his hips against the kitchen counter. “I’ve meant it every time.”
“And I meant what I said, too.” Ramona crossed her arms over her chest.
“Which was what?”
Ramona huffed. “That I will break up with you if you don’t return to New York with me.”
Ean gave her a dry smile. “You broke up with me six years ago when you left New York.”
“And I’ll break up with you again.”
How would that work? “That’s probably for the best.”
Ramona worked her mouth several times before words came out. “What do you mean?”