Chapter 15: Fraying Family Ties

Garin smoothed down his chestnut hair, hoping to tame the wayward cowlick that refused to comply. He hadn't seen Willow in a few days. After his dad had dragged him home, he had been too embarrassed to face her. That and his dad made Silas escort him anytime that he went into town until Garin had had enough and went back to his apartment for a few days just to get some breathing room.

Now he was waiting in his car outside of the café like some lovestruck idiot, hoping to catch a glance of her. The town was full of people anxiously awaiting the festival in two days. The line to the café was stretched outside. He shouldn't bother her. Not when she was this busy.

He saw a tall, lean man come loping up the sidewalk and peer into the windows. He felt his teeth clench when he realized it was the guy, he saw her with before, Lyall. He even hated his name. Lyall cupped his hands against the glass and left, a slightly crestfallen look on his face. Good. Garin was half tempted to tell him ho