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⌜ chapter twenty-seven ⌟


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"Thank you." The older woman smiles as she takes the bag from Letty.

"Absolutely. If there's any problems with the size after you give it to him, just bring him and the boots in, and I'll see what I can do to help you." The teenager tells her.

"You're a very sweet girl." She says, and Letty offers her a smile before the older woman leaves the store.

"And that's why I hear she's employee of the month." Eric says from behind her, and Letty turns to look at him.

"Uh... Your dad's not here tonight. I'm closing up for him." She tells him, and he nods.

"I know." He says, and her eyebrows furrow.

"So...what are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you." He tells her. "I've been listening to everything that Shawn's been saying, and I think there are a few things that I should clear up here."

"Eric, I..." She sighs as she looks down.

"Listen, please... Shawn's made some really good points, and I really want to talk to you." Eric says. "About everything. Especially that night at Chubby's and...and about last night."

Her eyebrows furrow as her gaze returns to him. "Last night?"

"Yeah, uh... I saw Mason kiss you, and it..." He shakes his head as he takes a deep breath. "It just didn't sit right with me. I'm really hoping that we can make time to sit down and talk."

"Talk about what? What's everything?" She asks. "'Cause I don't really wanna talk about the night that I broke down in Chubby's. I said a lot of things that I wish I hadn't, and..." She fights back tears as her gaze falls again, not wanting to look him in the eye.

The door opens again, and they both look over to see who's coming in. Eric turns, and Letty's jaw tightens, as she's not sure how this is gonna go...and she really doesn't want Eric here for whatever's about to happen.

"Gunshot won't make me freeze this time." The brunette says. "And if you touch him—"

"I'm not here to..." Julian shakes his head as he looks between the two of them. He seems different this time around. "Things got out of hand last time."

"Yeah, I'll say. You shot my friend."

"I didn't mean to pull the trigger, and I'm not the one who pulled the gun." He tells her. "Believe me, when I go for a gun, I don't miss my target." He says, and her dark eyes narrow as she looks at him. "That's not helping my case, is it?"

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