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crawl, but April would give the fake smile she’d mastered over the years, nod along to whatever they were saying, and then slip out when convenient.
     
    “Hey, stranger.”
     
    Unfortunately, the one person she couldn’t evade quite as easily was the one person she was supposed to avoid—or else.
     
    Even with her floppy hat and thick black sunglasses, Van had somehow picked her out of the crowd. While she wanted to skirt off and hide behind the zucchini stand, a part of her was curious as to why Van would be at a farmers’ market at nine in the morning anyway. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Most of the crowd, herself included, were dressed in spring pastels, but Van stuck to his jeans and tee, covered with a fitted leather jacket. She raised an eyebrow as he approached, a bag of lemons in one hand and one of limes in the other.
     
    “Hi,” she offered, pulling her sunglasses off and setting them on top of her hat. He stopped within a foot of her, close enough that she caught of a whiff of his rich cologne, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight.
     
    “Haven’t heard from you in a few days,” he said, his voice low as he held her gaze. She stared back, unwilling to be the first to look away. “Thought you’d run off.”
     
    Again . She heard the implication—but chose to ignore it.
     
    “I’m going to be honest…” She licked her lips, trying very hard not to let her gaze flicker down to his. Soft. She remembered them being soft. “This is the last place I would have ever expected to find you.”
     
    “Is that why you’re here?”
     
    She held up her bags, already full with fresh produce. “I’m doing the weekly shopping. Shockingly, my world doesn’t revolve around you, Van.”
     
    He smirked, peering into the closest bag. As he commented on the size of the heads of lettuce she’d chosen, April felt her smile steadily falling. In the back of her mind, James’s words reared their ugly heads, roaring loudly, even louder still when she looked up at Van. The man set to marry her mom had issued a chilling warning, yes, but it was the same sort of warning she should have given herself. Her guard had fallen while they were painting, but that didn’t change the fact that Van was still the same bad boy he’d always been.
     
    He worked at a bar! He probably had women falling all over themselves to get his attention on a nightly basis, and she had to assume that was the main reason he chose that line of work.
     
    Shaking her head, she cleared her throat and looked away, forcing James’s threats out of her mind and instead focusing on everything she needed to get for the day. Apples. Oranges. Bananas. A few loaves of bread if they had any—her mom was going through them like crazy these days.
     
    “April?”
     
    “Sorry, what?” she stammered, suddenly realizing he’d actually been talking while she was deep in thought. He arched an eyebrow, nodding pointedly at her bags.
     
    “I said those looked kind of heavy,” Van told her, as he shifted all of his bags to one hand. “I was wondering if you wanted me to carry one.”
     
    “I think I can carry some vegetables around—but thanks.”
     
    He smirked and reached for the bag anyway, tugging it out of her hand and sliding the straps over his broad shoulder. She bit the insides of her cheeks, keeping a snarl at bay—all the while acknowledging that the bag had been a little too heavy for her. How she was going to carry everything back to the apartment was beyond her, but she definitely should have considered taking the car.
     
    Ahh, the curse of a small town. You feel guilty for driving anywhere because everything is within walking distance, and yet when it comes down to actually walking… you’d rather shove pins in your eyes than schlep everything around town.
     
    “So, what’s next?” Van asked, his eyes wandering between the nearby stalls, squinting in the sunlight. April crossed her arms, suddenly noticing