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when he adjusted it into place. She saw him struggle to loosen a bolt, his jaw clenching until it finally came free, before carefully setting it aside. Just as he had when they were young, he would stop what he was doing every now and then, reminding her that he was listening intently to everything she said. That he wanted to let her know, in his own understated way, that she had been and always would be important to him, struck her with almost painful intensity. Later, when he took a break from his labors and went to the house before returning with two glasses of sweet tea, there was a moment, just a moment, when she was able to imagine a different life that might have been hers, the kind of life she knew that she’d always really wanted.

When the late afternoon sun hung low over the pines, Dawson and Amanda finally left the garage, walking slowly back toward her car. Something had changed between them in the last few hours—a fragile rebirth of the past, perhaps—that both thrilled and terrified her. Dawson, for his part, ached to slip his arm around her as they walked side by side, but sensing her confusion he stopped himself.

Amanda’s smile was tentative when they finally reached her door. She looked up at him, noticing his thick, full eyelashes, the kind that any woman would envy.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” she admitted.

He shifted from one foot to the other. “I’m sure you and your mom will have a good time.”

Maybe, she thought, but probably not. “Will you lock up when you go?”

“Of course,” he said, noticing the way the sunlight skimmed over her glowing skin, the stray wisps of hair that lifted in the gentle breeze. “How do you want to do this tomorrow? Should I meet you up there or do you want me to follow you?”

She weighed the options, feeling conflicted. “There’s no reason to bring two cars, is there?” she finally asked. “Why don’t we just meet here around eleven and drive up together?”

He nodded and looked at her, neither of them moving. Finally, he took a slight step backward, breaking the spell, and Amanda felt herself exhale. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.

After she slid onto the front seat of her car, Dawson closed the door behind her. His body was outlined against the setting sun, almost giving her the impression that he was a stranger. Feeling suddenly awkward, she pawed through her purse to find her keys, noting that her hands were trembling.

“Thanks for lunch,” she said.

“Anytime,” he answered.

Peeking in the rearview mirror as she pulled away, she saw that Dawson was still standing where she’d left him, as if hoping she’d change her mind and turn the car around. She felt the stirrings of something dangerous, something she’d been trying to deny.

He still loved her, she was certain of that now, and the realization was intoxicating. She knew it was wrong, and she tried to force the feeling away, but Dawson and their past had taken root once more, and she could no longer deny the simple truth that for the first time in years, she’d felt like she’d finally come home.

8

Ted watched little miss cheerleader pull out onto the road in front of Tuck’s and decided that she looked pretty damn good for her age. But then she’d always been a looker, and back in the day, there’d been many times when he’d thought about having his way with her. Just throw her into the car and use her up and bury her where no one could find her. But Dawson’s daddy had intervened, saying the girl was off-limits, and back then Ted used to think that Tommy Cole knew what he was doing.

But Tommy Cole didn’t know anything. Took Ted until prison to figure that out, and by the time he was free he hated Tommy Cole almost as much as he hated Dawson. Tommy hadn’t done anything after his son had humiliated them both. He had turned them into laughingstocks, which was why Tommy ended up being first on Ted’s list once he got out. Wasn’t hard to make it seem like Tommy had drunk himself to death that night. All he’d had to do was shoot him up with grain alcohol once he’d passed out, and the next thing you know,