“I don’t know.” I say.
“I’m proud of you,” Jase says. “I honestly didn’t think you would come out with us tonight. Thought you might back out.” He smiles at me, and I lean forward between the seats to hug him.
“I’m glad I came,” I say as I sit back.
Mark takes my hand, kisses it, and says, “Think about what we said.”
Nodding my head, I say, “Okay.”
Mark hops out, gets back behind the wheel, and drives me home. When he pulls up to the front of my house, Jase asks, “You want us to stay over?”
“I’m fine, Jase. Thanks again, guys.” I give them both a kiss and step out of the car. When I walk inside, Kimber is gone. I go to my room, strip off my clothes, throw on a pair of pajama pants and a cami, and take a sleeping pill before climbing into bed.
Chapter Thirteen
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“I hate you!” Roxy shouts, a few octaves above normal, while she teasingly shoves my shoulder. “I love that band! How did you even get tickets?”
“Jase got the tickets from one of his friends,” I say as I shrug my shoulders as if it was no big deal that I got to see The xx in a private concert last weekend.
“Man, I need to meet this friend so that I can score some tickets too.”
Looking up at her while I’m refilling the coffee beans in the grinder, I say, “You have met him. Well, you’ve seen him.”
“Who?”
Securing the burlap bag with the remaining beans, I tell her, “That guy that came in the other day, the one you said was hot.”
Giving my shoulder another playful shove, she says, “You’re kidding?!”
“Nope,” I huff out as I carry the heavy bag into the back stockroom. When I walk back out, Roxy is standing there staring at me with her hands on her hips and an evil grin on her face. I roll my eyes when I walk past her and continue cleaning up before my shift ends in a few minutes. I can feel her stare when I finally turn around and snap, “What?”
“That’s it?”
“Yes, that’s it.” I turn back around and continue wiping down the machines.
Roxy sidles up next to me, leaning her hip against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her. “Was he there?”
“Yes, Rox, he was there,” I say as I continue to busy myself with cleaning.
“You’re driving me crazy here. Talk to me, girl.”
Turning around, I say matter-of-factly, “There is nothing to tell. We went out, ran into him at Spines, had a drink. There is no crazy story to tell.”
I start untying my apron when I notice Roxy eying me with a strange look on her face. “Really? No story to tell,” she says as she tilts her head toward the entrance.
I look up to see Ryan walking through the shop, heading to the counter. What is he doing here? Looking at Roxy, I shake my head at her as I make my way over to him.
“You’re gonna get an ulcer,” I jokingly say, even though I’m a ball of nerves on the inside.
He lets out a soft chuckle as he says, “I didn’t come for coffee.”
I look at him with slight confusion when he lifts his hand, which is holding my leopard scarf. The scarf I was wearing last weekend that I thought I’d lost.
“Oh,” I say as I reach out and take it. “I thought I had lost this. Thank you.”
“No, you left it on the table, but you rushed out so fast, I didn’t have a chance to catch you.”
Looking down, embarrassed about my sudden exit that night, I quietly say, “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.”
With my apron still clutched in my one hand, I lay it on the counter and start backing away when he asks, “Are you taking a break?”
“Um, no. My shift is over.”
“Perfect timing,” he says with a grin. “Want to have a quick drink?”
Before I can decline, Roxy butts in and answers for me. “She’d love to.”
“Actually, I . . .” I don’t finished my sentence because I can’t think of an excuse fast enough, and I am totally busted. Letting a slow breath out of my nose, I reluctantly agree. “Sure. Let me go grab my bag.”
When I walk into the back room to get my purse, I’m feeling very uneasy. Heading back out, Ryan is sitting down at one of the tables by the front window. I walk over and sit down. He already has a drink for me, and as I eye it he says, “Your co-worker said you like hot tea.”
Sitting down in front of him, I say, “Oh, thanks. She’s actually my boss. Roxy.” I sound like an idiot with my voice slightly trembling. I pick up the tea and take a long drink, focusing on the hot, floral infused liquid as it slowly heats my chest. The rain is pouring down outside, and I watch the raindrops as they trickle and twitch down the foggy glass window.
“Did Mark tell you we are heading down to Mount Rainier on Saturday?”
I look up at him and reply, “Yeah, Jase mentioned something like that to me.”
“You should come with us.”