Trinity Falls by Regina Hart Page A

that!”
    â€œâ€”you cross-examine our server.”
    â€œAnd you wouldn’t dare order my meal!”
    Quincy narrowed his gaze. “Test me.”
    Ean glanced at the nearby tables. People didn’t seem to realize he was there any longer. All eyes were on Ramona and Quincy. Considering the circumstances, that wasn’t an improvement. Apparently, Megan felt the same. Her cheeks were bright red and she stared at her glass of iced tea as though it could transport her away.
    Ramona shoved her menu toward the server in a dismissive gesture, but saved her glare for Quincy. “Get me the salmon. And it had better be fresh.”
    â€œYes, m . . . yes.” The young woman took Ramona’s menu, then fled the scene.
    Ean was certain the outburst would be all over Trinity Falls before he, Quincy, Megan and Ramona left the restaurant.
    Megan sat up in her seat and rubbed a hand over her hair. “Now that we have everyone’s attention, perhaps we can try to act as though we’ve eaten in formal restaurants before.”
    Ramona expelled an affronted gasp. “This wasn’t my fault.”
    â€œNothing ever is.” Quincy turned to Ean before Ramona could respond. “So you’re here to stay. And what are you going to do?”
    Ean took a drink of his iced tea. “Find a job.”
    He didn’t know what bizarre phenomenon had changed his best friend into his sworn enemy. But he was in danger of losing his appetite if Quincy and Ramona continued to act out their hostility.
    â€œWhat do you want to do?”
    In response to Megan’s question, Ean shrugged. “For now, I just want a job. There are several companies nearby. I’ll apply for work in their legal departments.”
    Ramona sipped her wine. “You had a job in New York.”
    â€œNew York wasn’t home.” Ean set his glass on the table.
    Ramona laughed. “Do you really think this town can keep your interest this time?”
    Ean shifted his attention to Megan and held her gaze. “Yes, it can.”
    Megan dropped her gaze.
    There, Ean thought, Ramona and I are done. He glanced at Quincy. But what was his friend’s role in Megan’s life?

CHAPTER 11
    Ean responded to the summons from his front doorbell, but first stopped to check the security window. What was Ramona doing on his front steps? He thought he’d made it clear that he wasn’t interested in reconciling with her.
    He pulled the door open and stepped aside.
    â€œOh.” Ramona turned and stepped hastily past him into the foyer. She placed her right hand delicately in front of her nose. “Were you working in the yard?”
    Ean glanced down at his sweat-soaked blue T-shirt. “No, I just ran ten miles.”
    Ramona shook her head. “Ean, it’s Sunday morning. Don’t you know all roads lead to church?”
    â€œNot for me.” Ean locked the front door.
    Ramona took another step back. “You’re not in New York anymore. People in Trinity Falls will talk if you don’t go to church.”
    Ean led the way to the kitchen. “Since when do you care what people say?” He refilled his glass with ice water from the refrigerator. “Would you like some?”
    â€œWhen were you planning to take a shower?” Ramona’s voice came from the doorway.
    â€œWhen were you planning to leave?” Ean gulped more water.
    Ramona’s expression darkened. She lowered her hand. “I came to talk about what you said at the restaurant last night.”
    â€œWhich was what?”
    â€œYou don’t remember?”
    Ean drained the water, then put his empty glass in the dishwasher. “I said a lot of things.”
    â€œYou said you weren’t going back to New York.”
    â€œI’ve said that before.” He turned from the dishwasher and settled his hips against the kitchen counter. “I’ve meant it every time.”
    â€œAnd I meant what I