“And that’s not for nothing,” Dad adds, and I see a slight wince pass over Luther’s features. “I don’t know if you noticed it, but you would’ve driven past the restaurant Rocky owns on your way here.” I slowly turn my head to face my dad. “Restaurant?” “It’s attached to a place called The Rocky Ridge Inn. He owns it.” Dad tilts his head. “Come to think of it, I don’t know if the restaurant has a name or not. We just call the whole place the Inn.” Dad rattles on. And I slowly turn my head back to look at Luther. “How. Interesting.” I keep my expression neutral. I’m not actually mad. We were
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