“You need to do more than try. Lee’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve this.”
He stood up. “I’ll make sure he’s okay.”
They left the bar together and stopped outside the doorway. Todd looked down at her thoughtfully. His green eyes, studying her face, brought back an unwelcome memory. Their first kiss. After a movie, in front of her dorm, her sophomore year. He’d stared at her just like this. Serious, and wondering.
She looked away, out at the empty street. At the mountains beyond. Before the drought, a stream had tumbled down the slopes and through the town. It was bone-dry now. She wished she could dry up her memories the same way. They seemed to reside in some underground pool deep inside her, perfectly preserved, welling up at all the wrong moments.
She looked back at Todd and met his eyes, facing down the memory. It wasn’t real. It was just a ghost. Here was the real Todd, who had to be reminded that he couldn’t just ruin someone else’s life for a bunch of wild horses. Who thought she was a total sellout for working for the DRM.
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