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“Yes, this ismycoffee shop. What do you want?”
He watches me for a moment, those dark eyesglued to my face as if he’s drinking me in, trying to memorize every line of my face.
“Can we talk?”
Talk? He wants to talk? Here and now? With half of Bluebonnet watching?
“We don’t have anything to discuss.” I start to take a step back, but his fingers wrap around my wrist. While Nico’s hand on mine felt nice, Miguel’s touch was like I’d been burned. A zap of electricity shoots through my arm at the point of contact, my whole body shuddering at the touch.
The memories of the past flash in my mind, overwhelming me in its intensity.
Don’t go there.
I chant those words like a mantra. My eyes fall shut for a moment as I try to compose myself.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” Miguel says, a note of irritation in his voice.
Bullshit?
My eyes snap open. I tug my hand out of his grasp, my fingers wrap around my wrist, rubbing at the sensitive flesh as I shoot him a death glare. “No, I don’t think it’s bullshit,” I whisper softly, leaning in so only he can hear me. “We said everything that needed to be said. Now you can either order what you came for, or you can leave.”
Miguel’s jaw works as he watches me. For a moment, I’m not sure if he wants to strangle me or turn around and leave. But in the end, he surprises me by choosing neither.
“Black coffee. And two of those peanut butter cookies.”
“Okay, I’ll pack—”
“Oh, no.” He flashes me a smile, but there is nothing warm or loving in it. “I’m staying here.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
MIGUEL
I can feel Rebecca’s gaze bore into the side of my face from her spot on the other side of the counter. She’s been hiding there ever since I got here, only leaving her little sanctuary when it was absolutely necessary, which wasn’t that often. Granted, this place was busy, and apparently, she was the only person working.
I watched her move behind the counter, making coffees, packing treats, and talking to people for the last two hours while I sat here and pretended that I’m busy. The idea of getting any work done fell through the moment I saw her in Reading Nook. With no one other than Nico. What was he, her guard dog?
Just thinking about it had my teeth grinding together, which was crazy. We weren’t together. She could do whatever she wanted, date whoever she wanted. Hell, maybe she did date the tool.
And now I was seeing red.
Fuck.
Rebecca’s laughter spreads through the room, making my head snap up. She’s talking to a woman around our age who’s holding a little boy on her hip. A genuine smile spreads overRebecca’s mouth as she extends her hand to ruffle the boy’s messy hair.
Beautiful.
She was so fucking beautiful when she laughed. It hurt to watch her, and yet I couldn’t look away.
That was always the main problem when it came to Rebecca. It was hard to be close to her and impossible to walk away.
As if she can feel my gaze on her, she looks up, and that smile is gone almost immediately.
Her teeth graze over her lower lip as she stares at me, her expression completely void of emotion. I’m unsure how long we stay that way until the woman finally draws her attention.
Shaking my head, I return to my laptop, but the empty screen is mocking me. So much for that.
The bell chimes, and I catch sight of the woman as she passes in front of the glass window. I turn, facing the shop, but the place is relatively quiet. Another man sits a few tables away from mine, but his whole focus is on his laptop. And then a group of girls are chatting and giggling in the back.
