The woman we planned to marry had fallen off the face of the earth.
Every time we returned to Bridgewater for a family visit we always asked around, but no one seemed to know what became of Ivy. Word must have spread, because Jessie was giving Rory a knowing smile.
“You two still hung up on that girl?” She looked up and waved to someone who’d come through the front door. “It’s been years now since she left this town behind.”
Jessie turned to me and I did my best impersonation of the old Cooper—the one without the scars and the nightmares. I gave her my best slow, lazy smile. “Yes, ma’am. We’ve had our heart set on Ivy for a long time now. We just can’t seem to track her down.”
Something shifted in Jessie’s expression. Some of the teasing faded and she seemed to be studying me closely.
