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“I can’t explain to her why—”
“You’d better. I think she’ll forgive you if she knows what went on in your head this morning. I didn’t have to be there to know why you lost it, but your girlfriend doesn’t understand it, and she has a right to know. So, you’ll man up and explain. Make things right.”
I snort. Only Matt can get away with telling me what to do. One, when I follow his words of wisdom, things usually work out. Two, I sometimes put him in the role of a father figure, so I tend to listen to him. I’ve never told him that, but I think he knows. He always seems to knoweverything.
“Fine. I’ll gather my balls and explain my emotional shit to Grace.”
Matt chuckles. “Good.”
Chapter 3
Grace
Ican’t believe I madeit to four o’clock without completely losing my mind. Getting through my classes was a task and a half. Who can focus on anything when the most profound relationship one has ever been in hovers on a cloud of uncertainty?
I’m still so confused aboutwhyRowan pushed me away this morning—and still a little embarrassed. That’s why I’m at work now.
I wasn’t scheduled for a shift, but I begged my boss for overtime. I figured I’d give Rowan space and not go to his place. But staying at the apartment alone, wallowing in misery and overthinking things, seemed like a bad idea. I need the distraction.
The bell above the door dings, and I look up from behind the counter. Ashley flounces in, making me smile. She waves as she makes her way to me. I saw her a couple of hours ago, but by her broad grin, you’d think she hasn’t seen me in days. Her excitement makes me feel a little better.
“Hey, Ash.”
“Hey, Grace.” Eying the glass display cabinet with the array of pastries, she says, “I want the sweetest, fattiest thing you’ve got, and a latte.”
I snicker. “Coming right up.”
As I busy myself ringing up her order, she glances around. The café isn’t too crowded, but it will be in about an hour. She hands me ten dollars.
“So... feeling any better?” she asks.
Placing her change in her hand, I pout. “No.” I told her a little of what happened with Rowan this morning when I arrived on campus, and she asked why I looked so depressed.
She sighs. “Grace, you need to go home. I mean to Rowan’s place and talk to him.”
I’m taking out a honey tart, which I know she loves, and I pause to give her a look of disbelief. “Are you crazy?”
