Over two many beers one night, we realized we wanted the same thing, a traditional Bridgewater marriage. Not only did we want to share the business, but we wanted to share a woman too. The right woman. We’d just been waiting for her.
Well, we’d met her all right. And I’d scared her away.
I watched Rachel now, smiling at that sleazy ass with his chinos and polo shirt, like he was some sort of big shot preppy playboy and not the owner of a small-time hardware store in a tiny town. I had nothing against small business owners. f**k no. I just had a problem with assholes.
She looked amazing, as always. At the office, she wore the unofficial uniform of jeans and a button-down shirt with the Hawk’s Landing logo on it, just like Ethan and me. She always looked professional and put together with
