CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“It makes no sense why I feel so anxious about this,” Lyssa said to Ruger who’d been propped at the bar since her arrival an hour ago.
“Because your best friend’s fiancé is trying to push you out.”
“He isn’t,” Lyssa said. “It’s reassuring that he cares so deeply for Suze. I wouldn’t want her marrying someone who didn’t.”
“Just because something makes sense doesn’t mean it’s easy to take.”
“That’s logical.”
“Not everything is rational,” Ruger said. “You feel marginalized. Pushed aside.”
“You’re good at this,” she said, impressed that he was both listening and offering sensible reassurance.
When someone touched her waist, she turned to Colt standing just behind her.
Before they could exchange a word, Blaser shouted from behind the bar. “Cherry,” he called. “Stop mo
