‘I guess it meant more to you than it did to me,’ she said, her words cutting him to the bone. A small part of him was glad. If she had welcomed him with open arms, he wouldn’t have trusted it. ‘You don’t mean that, Annabelle.’ ‘Don’t fucking call me that.’ ‘Sorry.’ She stared at him from across the counter. Those same blue eyes that had once looked at him so lovingly were staring daggers. ‘Look,’ she said, ‘I’ve already forgotten about what happened between us and I don't need you coming here to my town and dredging it all back up again. So, as far as anyone’s concerned, I don’t like you,
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