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really loved her? Clearly not as much as she’d once believed, otherwise she wouldn’t have been left with a five-tier wedding cake to eat all by herself.
    Which made her think about the woman he had married, and the fact that they would have shared their wedding cake together. Their wedding was probably how he’d learned about her and Aunt Ginny’s business. The announcement she’d seen last year had stated that he and his fiancée planned private, out-of-town nuptials in early spring. Possibly Seaglass Celebrations had been one of the places they’d run across in their planning. Any small amount of research would have turned up her picture connected to the company.
    Relief gushed through her at the realization that the two of them could have ended up there for their wedding, but thankfully had not. Talk about a nightmare. That was one job she would have vehemently turned down, no matter how the business might have suffered.
    Speaking of which… she looked around, wondering where the little woman was. From the picture she’d seen, she was blonde and petite and perfect. Unlike her. Andie glanced down at herself. Average height, freckles, nothing-special hair, and too many curves. She looked nice enough, but she’d never felt quite put together around Mark and his family. Not to mention, she wasn’t the stay-at-home, perfect-housewife type.
    “Can you just bring me whatever you have on tap and a cheeseburger?” Mark sighed, pushing the menu away. “I didn’t come here to argue with you. I’m exhausted. I just want a decent meal and a beer before I have to deal with this wedding.”
    “Sure thing.” She ground her teeth together as she spoke, then keyed in the order, taking Grayson’s, as well.
    Mark had a good point; there was no need to argue. They’d done enough of that the last six months they’d been together. As far as she was concerned, she had nothing whatsoever left to say to him.
    She drew their beers and slid them over, then placed the bill upside down on the counter. “Roni will bring out your food when it’s ready. She can also get you anything else you need.”
    Before she escaped back into kitchen, Mark raised his voice loud enough for the whole bar to hear. “Wait.”
    And for some reason she did. She peered back at him, unspeaking. Because honestly, she had no idea if she could say anything else without breaking down. She needed to get away to deal with the returning emotions she’d thought were long gone.
    “Could we … ” He shrugged, lowering his voice to a more normal volume. “Talk?”
    She shook her head. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
    She caught Grayson’s grimace out of the corner of her eye.
    “Fine.” Mark’s voice was hard. “Then I’ll talk. You listen.”
    Andie glanced over to where Roni stood with the broom, then at George and Janice. She scanned the dining area. A waitress had taken orders and left, but every last person in the bar was fixated on her and Mark. Great. Nothing like making a spectacle of yourself.
    She stepped back to him and spoke very softly, “I can’t imagine there’s anything you could say that I’d want to hear. Eat your lunch and go. We’ll avoid each other over the next several days, and then you’ll go back to Boston. But while you’re here, just leave me alone.”
    A muscle in his jaw did an odd little spasm thing, and she almost smiled, knowing it irritated him when he didn’t get his way.
    “We’re having a conversation, Andie. You might as well deal with it.”
    “I don’t have time to — ”
    “Then make time. It’s four years past due, as it is. We’re having a conversation.”
    Her chest rose and fell with her breath. She’d really thought it didn’t matter anymore. That she was over it. Hmph! What a ball of baloney. She was just as upset today as she’d been the day he hadn’t shown up at their sham of a wedding.
    She set her jaw to keep it from trembling and looked away from him, almost wishing his