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Jordan
I sat at a stool by the bar. An ice pack on my right hand, bourbon in my left, the bottle sitting in front of me, next to Annie’s claddagh ring. The one I’d dug through the dirt to find after she threw it at me.
The winery was empty. All of the patrons had gone home. The party was over.
Jensen had been the representative of my cousins to come over and offer me help if I needed anything. I’d expected to see disappointment in his eyes. See that he finally saw me for who I really was, but it wasn’t there. Just steady Jensen.
“We’ve all been there,” he’d said as he shook my hand to go. “Trust me. I’ve pulled Austin out of much worse.”
I still wasn’t sure how I’d lucked out with them.
Then finally, even Nora had given up on cleaning and left for the night. She’d promised she’d
