Once Upon a Time in Dollywood

by Ashley Jordan

She could see Jamie being annoying. Maybe even showing up at her door unannounced, obtrusive in the way that Southern people mistook for friendly. But beyond that, he seemed innocuous. Even safe.

“I assume you came here to have breakfast and not tend to a crazy lady.” “I did.” Jamie motioned toward the restaurant entrance, cuing her to go ahead of him. “Lucky for us, I can do both.”

He was Classic Coke. Original Levi’s 501s. Vintage.

“But I don’t think I’m someone you wanna be friends with,” Eve said. Jamie nodded as he looked down at the console between them. “Maybe I am somebody you wanna be friends with.”

“And, Jamie, I love you. I meant that. But if we have any chance of making it, you cannot be the only good thing in my life.”