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“Jonah, it’s so good to have you back! Y’all enjoy your breakfast now and thank you for your service.”
As the comfortably curvy woman who owned Crystal’s Diner—Crystal, Brax presumed—strode away, the three of them tucked into the morning’s special of eggs, bacon, biscuits, and grits. She was the fourth person to welcome Jonah home since they’d sat down. Did his buddy appreciate being seen as a hometown hero? Would he, in Jonah’s shoes? Brax didn’t know. As far as he could tell, everything about Eden’s Ridge was about as far from where he’d come from as it was possible to be. He didn’t know if those differences were something he could get used to or not.
“Does everybody know you here?” Brax asked.
“Not everybody. But since Mama owns the salon in town, everybody does know her, so by pr
