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him. It had been Lily who’d suggested that he start taking classes
at the junior college two years ago, and it had been Lily who’d
tutored him in the evenings. And on two separate occasions, it
had been Lily and Evan who had kept Colin from making the
kind of impulsive mistake that might have landed him in prison.
He loved her for those things, just as he loved the relationship
between her and Evan. He’d long since decided that if anyone
ever threatened the two of them in any way, he would handle it,
no matter what the consequences, even if it meant he’d have to
spend the rest of his life behind bars.
But all good things come to an end. Isn’t that what people said?
The life he’d lived for the last three years was going to change, if
only because Evan and Lily were engaged, with plans for a spring
wedding already in the works. While they’d both insisted that
Colin could continue to live in the downstairs apartment after
they were married, he also knew they’d spent the previous week-
end walking through model homes in a subdivision closer to
Wrightsville Beach, with homes that featured the kind of double
porches common in Charleston. They both wanted kids, they
both wanted the whole white- picket- fence thing, and Colin had
no doubt that within a year, Evan’s current house would be for
sale. After that, Colin would be on his own again, and while he
knew it wasn’t fair to expect Evan and Lily to be responsible for
him, he sometimes wondered whether they were aware of how
important they’d become to him in the last few years.
Like tonight, for instance. He hadn’t asked Evan to come to
the fight; that had been Evan’s idea. Nor had he asked Evan to
sit with him while he ate. But Evan probably suspected that had
he not done those things, Colin might have ended up at a bar
instead of the diner, unwinding with shots instead of midnight
breakfast. And though Colin worked as a bartender, being on the
other side of the bar didn’t exactly work for him these days.
Finally exiting the highway, Colin steered onto a winding
county road, loblolly pine and red oak mingling on either side,
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