Glen: Almost to Texas Toby: Texas? Thought you went back to Nashville Glen: I did. To pack a bag Toby: Didn’t mean for you to leave town Glen: Needed a break Toby: Probably a good idea. Take some time. Get your head screwed on straight. I’ll be in touch Three months later “Well, this is one hell of a surprise.” Wade reached out to shake Glen’s hand as he stood up from his barstool at Pitchers. Wade wasn’t the only one surprised by Glen’s impromptu return to Quinn. Glen was pretty shocked himself. It certainly wasn’t a trip he’d intended to make, but after the nightmare that was the past three days, this was the only place he could think to take refuge, lick his wounds and figure out where the hell he’d gone so wrong with his life. “Yeah. Tell me about it.” Wade gave him a funny look. “So…?” Glen grimaced. “I was just sitting on my couch the other night, thinking to myself ‘you know what would be great?
