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Out of all the places in this town he could have gone to, he’s here.
“Rebecca.”
My name is a rasped croak that sends a shudder down my spine. We haven’t talked or seen each other in three years, and my body still reacts to him like it always did.
Three damn years.
It’s been three years since anybody has called me by my full name.
I’ve always been Becky or Becs to most of my friends and family.
But not to Miguel.
Not when it was just the two of us.
Only this time, it wasn’t just two of us.
A lump forms in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
There were half a dozen of Bluebonnet’s residents that were currently sitting on the edge of their seats as they watched this unfold.
Shit.
I open my mouth, to say what, I’m not sure, but Nico is faster. He turns around, and I can see his whole body bracing for an attack.
“What do you think you’re doing here, Fernandez?”
Miguel’s gaze lingers on me for a moment longer before it shifts to Nico.
“I’d assume the same thing as you, trying to get some coffee.”
Nico opens his mouth, but I wrap my fingers around his arm. “Don’t,” I whisper, although it’s pointless. The only soundfilling the space is the radio softly playing in the background. Everybody else has quieted down, their eyes on us, waiting to see what’ll happen.
But it wasn’t their gazes that burned the most.
It was Miguel’s eyes that were locked on where my hand was resting on Nico’s forearm.
I pull my hand back, clasping my fingers together.
Nico turns to me, his brows pulled together. “You don’t have to do this, Becs.”
He was wrong, though.
I had to do this. We were making a scene as it was; kicking Miguel out of Reading Nookwould be the talk of the town, and that’s the last thing I wanted.
“We broke up ages ago. It’s going to be fine,” I mutter softly, turning to the register. It takes me a couple of tries, but I finally get the right total. Nico just shakes his head before giving me the money.
“If he gives you any issues, you call me?”
I nod my head but stay silent. Nico finally gives up and grabs his things, shoulder checking into Miguel’s on his way out. I can see Nico’s lips move, but I can’t decipher the words from the buzzing in my ears.
Miguel’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t take the bait. Those dark eyes meet mine, and slowly, he closes the distance between us.
“W-what…” My voice comes out hoarse, so I clear my throat. “What are you doing here?”
“This is a coffee shop, right?” He looks around as if he’s trying to figure out if he’s in the right place.
Smartass.
