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“Yeah! You ended up with a good, decent guy who begs you to marry him. It did work out. If you’d let it!” I sighed. “I don’t think you can judge every man by one or two who let you down. And Dad, well, that wasn’t your fault. But that Ronald, maybe there were a few clues there that he was mostly untrustworthy or maybe you just didn’t take long enough to find out. And listen, you’re right. I get it. You know I do. Kyland…for so long I just couldn’t understand what he’d done. Even now, the lying part still hurts. Everything I knew of him told me he spent his life doing things for other people in this selfless way. And then…” I shook my head. “But Sam, Sam who moved to Appalachia to fix people’s teeth out of the goodness of his heart. What has Sam ever done except treat you like gold and pay for our mama’s hospital care? Good grief, what more can the guy do to prove to you that you can trust him, that he’s a good guy, that he loves you?”

She studied her fingernails. “Well, actually, that’s another thing we were fighting about.” She looked up at me. “Apparently, he isn’t paying for mama’s care. The truth is, he doesn’t have that kind of money. He used all his savings to move here and open his practice, and well, you know what he gets paid. He gets paid in cornbread and trapped muskrat half the time.”

“What?” I breathed. “Then who…who’s paying for it?” It felt like the barstool beneath me was about to tip over. What in the world?

“He wouldn’t say. He just said he had worked it out with someone who wanted to remain anonymous. He lied. So see, he is capable of lying—even if it’s for something that was mostly for us. What else is he capable of lying about? And then right on the heels of that confession, he has the gall to ask me to marry him?”

One part of her sentence stuck out in my head. An anonymous donor. An anonymous donor? Who…Why? An idea began forming in my mind, taking shape. Clarifying. Oh my God. It couldn’t be. My heart dropped into my feet. Yes it could.

“I have to go,” I said, standing up suddenly. “Oh my God, Mar. I have to go.”

“Wait. What? Where are you going? I wasn’t done drowning my sorrows! Sam’s not picking me up for an hour. Sam, remember? Lying, nagging Sam who I’m definitely not in a relationship with and shouldn’t marry?”

“Sam can help you wallow,” I said shakily, taking a couple dollars out of my wallet and throwing it on the bar. I knew if she was letting Sam pick her up, she couldn’t really be all that mad at him. She’d just needed reassurance. And a swift kick in the ass.

“Your money’s no good here,” Al said, swiping up my money and putting it in his tip jar anyway.

I turned toward Marlo, taking her shoulders in my hands and shaking her slightly.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaking along with her body.

“I’m shaking some sense into you,” I said.

“Wait, you’re the one with the motto—”

“Screw my motto. Screw your motto. Talk to him, Mar. Let him explain why he lied about Mama’s care. Listen to him and stop being so damn hardheaded. He might hurt you. But he might not. He might not. I’m placing my bets on Sam. And I love you more than anyone in this world. I would only ever bet in your favor. Stop letting the past control you—look at what’s right in front of you.” I let go of her shoulders, squeezed her tightly, and kissed her on her cheek as she gaped at me. “Look at what’s right in front of you.” I ran out to my car, tore out of the parking lot, and pulled onto the highway. I forced myself to take several deep breaths. My hands clenched the wheel as I tried to get my thoughts straight.

Oh, Kyland.

Tears sprung to my eyes as what I knew was the truth slammed into me, making me feel weak and breathless. Oh my God. Oh my God.

Kyland, you stupid, prideful, beautiful, selfless man.

A small sob came up my throat, but I swallowed it down and again, forced myself to relax.

I was right. I knew I was right. It all suddenly clicked into place. All—

My car sputtered and lurched before it died at the base of the hill. I let out a frustrated cry, barely maneuvering it to the side of the road. I turned the key in the ignition, but the engine wouldn’t turn over. I let my head fall to the wheel, banging it lightly several times. Well, there went my car luck. My heart was pounding in my chest as I jumped out and started running.