They say going home is easy, and in all reality, it should be. Just not for me.
The small, one-horse town that gave me my roots, that made my soul thrive, is also the place I never wanted to set foot in again. I left everything behind and never looked back. Until now. With the death of the man who raised me, I’m forced to return to Boone.
Old wounds resurface, and heartache and loss trump everything once more.
Seeing the man who shattered my world the night of our high school graduation almost brings me to my knees. Jessie, my once best friend and love of my life, ruined it all for me…for us.
I’m back in Boone…and my secret is about to rattle the tiny town.
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“C’use me, sir. We ain’t buying.” Whit’s sweet voice drifts in through the kitchen
window.
I brush my hands off on the delicately embroidered tea towel and peer out the window.
My heart ceases to beat. The man who crushed me waltzes up the cracked sidewalk.
No. No. No. I thought I’d have more time.
Jessie’s deep, familiar chuckle echoes in the country breeze. He rakes his hand
through his hair. He’s aged to perfection. Now a sculpted, tight beard frames his face;
the same scar runs through his right eyebrow; his olive skin tone still mesmerizes me.
Jessie tucks his hands in his pockets and dips his chin for a brief moment before
responding. “Here to see Jane. Told her I’d come by to change water and mow.”
Whit dances right up to Jessie. She covers her eyes, shading them from the sun,
one hand on her hip.
“What’s your name, mister?”
“Jessie.” He nods.
She promptly sticks out her hand. “Hi, I’m Whit Jane Jones.”
Jessie freezes. Long moments float by before he clears his throat and extends his
hand.
His eyes flare wide as their hands connect.
“Nice to meet you,” she chirps.
Jessie doesn’t respond or drop her hand.
“You’re ’pose to say, ‘Nice to meet you, too, Whit Jane Jones.’ It’s the polite thing to
do.”
She dances in place, growing impatient.
Jessie’s voice cracks with emotion as he slowly speaks each word. “Nice to meet you,
too, Whit Jane Jones.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR — HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of
storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler
that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some
Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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