Meeting Aislen in the Park

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

The Triquetra lingered over their wine. Heath and Cameron had both detailed their encounters with Aislen and they had dissected every word she had said, every gesture, every expression between them.

“So,” Rhett swirled the last of his wine around the inside of the glass. “Basically, she hasn’t changed at all. She’s still a smart mouthed bitch with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude.”

“Yeah,” Cameron’s grin was wide. “Except she’s even sexier now. Wait until you see her, Rhett. You’re going to come in your jeans.”

Heath leaned back in his chair. “We have time. The funeral isn’t until Friday. She’s not going anywhere until then.”

“So, my turn?” Rhett wondered and saw Cameron and Heath exchange a look between them. He sighed heavily. “You’re f-king kidding me, right? She basically told Cameron to f-k off and she didn’t exactly throw herself into your arms either, Heath, but you’d have me, what, not see her at all? Because you’re jealous that she - ”

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