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Three years to be exact.
“Miguel?” In the distance, I can hear Lucas demand my attention, but I can’t force myself to look away.
Before I get a chance to decide what to do, she turns her head, scanning the space as if she can feel me watching her.
I hold my breath as her gaze moves over me, like I don’t exist, but not even a second later, she whips her head back, doing a double-take.
Those hazel eyes widen, and a dozen different emotions flash on her face in quick succession. Surprise, panic, hurt, longing, anger, love…
One moment, they’re there, out in the open; the other one, they’re gone, an unfamiliar mask shielding her face.
“Rebecca.”
CHAPTER TWO
REBECCA
“I know, I know, I’m sorry I’m late,” I say as I slide onto the bar stool across from my friend Savannah. “I totally lost track of time.”
“And that’s new, how?” Savannah raises her perfectly shaped brow at me, a smile playing on her red lips.
I narrow my eyes at her, which only makes her laugh harder. Her head falls back, her blonde mane swaying with the movement as amusement twinkles in her sky-blue eyes. Savannah and I met last year, just after she moved to Bluebonnet, where she’s working as a first-grade teacher. One day, she entered my bookish café, ReadingNook, and we started chatting, and just like true book lovers, the rest is history.
She’s right, though. These days, I was rarely ever on time. Then again, between all the fires that needed putting out, both at work and home, I was surprised I was still alive.
I mockingly laugh. “You’re so funny.”
“I know, thanks. But lucky you because I took the liberty and ordered you a margarita.” Savannah picks up her own glass and takes a long sip, draining the rest of it.
My brows quirk up. Savannah wasn’t a big drinker, so when shedrank, it was because she was upset about something. “What happened?”
“Oh, I just had a fight with Mark.” She gives me a pointed look as if daring me to say something. “Yes,again.”
I lift my hands in the air defensively. “I didn’t say a word.”
This time.
I tried telling her a dozen times before that her boyfriend is a douche who’s treating her like shit. She deserves so much better, but she won’t listen because the asshat has the tendency to sweet-talk her into forgiving him every time after a fight. He’d make promises and act like a decent human being. For a while, at least. But sooner rather than later, they’d get into it all over again.
“You didn’t have to,” Savannah lets out a sigh. “Your face says it all.”
“I think you need this more than I do.” I slide my drink across the table toward her before looking around until I spot a server and flag her for another round. “What did he do this time?”
“He was supposed to come this weekend, but in the end, he decided he’d go on a boy’s trip instead.”
“Didn’t he say that last weekend?”
Savannah grabs my glass and takes a long pull. “Sure did.”
“What an asshole!” I place my hand over hers, giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m so sorry, Sav.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s absolutelynotfine.”
She deserved better, so much better than a stupid, immature boy who’s constantly putting everything else above her.
“Well, it’s not, but he’s right. It was my choice to leave Houston and move here.”
