Walking into the diner, I glance around and see Mrs. Betty shuffling behind the counter, so I take a seat in her section because I know she’s always been good at giving advice. The woman has been working here since I was a kid, and she’s good friends with Mama, plus she always has the latest town gossip to distract me with. Sometimes, when I’ve got a lot on my mind, I’ll come down to the diner and drink coffee for hours. I always leave full and with a grin on my face.
Mrs. Betty instantly greets me with a smile and a steaming cup of coffee.
“So, did you talk to your lady, yet?” is the first thing she asks me. After hearing Dylan and me talking about River one night over dinner, she stuck her nose right in and told me to stop being a foolish man and track my woman down. I left out the par
