by E. L. Todd
But then I thought about her father. He was in a serious mess and it would be insensitive to ask right now even if I could. He was already stressed out to the max. He wouldn’t be in a position to really enjoy Skye’s happiness. Either way, I had to wait until it was resolved.
I was terrified for Sean. He’d been a dad to me my whole life, and I hated to imagine how Skye would feel if she lost him. She loved him so much and wouldn’t be able to handle losing him, especially since he was so young. I sincerely hoped everything would be okay, for both of us. Not being able to talk about it to Skye was difficult. She usually made me feel better. But I had to bottle it up inside.
“I’m glad you and Ward are finally getting along.”
I shrugged. “He’s not that bad.”
“And I told you Ward loved Clementine—really loved her.”
“Yeah…I think you might be right.”
She gave me a look I recognized. It usually meant she was about to tell me to do something. “I think you should talk to Clementine and tell her you were wrong about him.”
“Why?”
“So she would see that you approve of him. The whole reason they broke up was because she thought Ward was in love with me, which of course, he wasn’t.”
I didn’t see the point in that. “Skye, Clementine is pregnant with some other guy’s baby. There’s no chance for them to get back together.”
“You don’t know that,” she argued.
“I do,” I said. “No guy wants to be with a girl knocked up by another guy.”
“Yeah, no normal guy,” she argued. “But he’s still in love with her. Cayson, if some other guy knocked me up you would still want to be with me. I know you would.”
As pathetic as that made me sound, I knew she was right. “But that’s different. You’re the one, Skye. I wouldn’t feel that way about anyone else.”
“I know,” she said. “And Ward feels that way about Clementine.”
I shook my head. “I’m sure he cares about her but I doubt he wants a relationship with her. He just told me how heartbroken he is over the fact she’s pregnant. He’s never going to want to be with her again even if she wanted him. He can’t handle the resentment and anger he feels toward her.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “You guys had a deep conversation…”
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
“I still think you should tell her.”
“And I think it wouldn’t change anything. She said their long-distance relationship was a big factor in their breakup as well.”
She sighed in defeat.
“I know you want this to happen between them but it’s just not possible,” I said gently.
She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Love always finds a away, Cayson I refuse to live in a world where that isn’t true. You and I conquered so much and look where we are now.”
I would never forget that trying time. My lips moved to her hairline and I placed a gentle kiss there. “But you and I are meant for each other. Not everyone is divinely created for another person.”
“Well, I think Ward and Clementine are. And I think they’ll find their way back to each other.”
I didn’t want to be the voice of reason and shatter her hope. I didn’t want to discourage her from believing in a happy ending. Things always worked out in the end but was that really true? That’s what we were told to believe but should we believe it?
Or should we continue hoping even though we had no reason to hope?
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I don’t believe in destiny.
In fate.
Or in soul mates.
But I believe in Hawke.
My life has never been whole since my parents left forever. I have my brother, someone I can barely tolerate most of the time, and I have my best friend, Marie.
And I have myself.
But when Hawke walks into my life, there’s an immediate connection. Our eyes lock and an unspoken conversation is exchanged. For the first time in my life, I actually feel something.
But he doesn’t.
He keeps me at arm’s length and pretends there’s nothing between us when there clearly is. I’m not the kind of girl to wait around for any guy, so I don’t.
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t in the back of my mind.
Our paths cross again in a way neither one of us expect and it changes everything. Was it destiny that made it happen? Was it fate?
Or was it something else?
Believe In Me
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Another Day At The Office
Francesca
On my first day working at The Grind, a coffee shop in Myrtle Beach, the constant sound of the running blender gave me a headache. Just when it would stop spinning for a damn second, it started up again. Taking orders from customers was a hassle because I couldn’t hear a word they said. And just when I raised my voice so they could understand me, the blender shut off and I looked like a screaming lunatic.
But now that blender reminded me of home.
I’d been working at The Grind for nearly three years. It was a great college gig. It was flexible with my class schedule, and when I wanted to blow off work for a party, it was easy to change shifts with another worker.
It wasn’t my dream job, but it was okay for now.
The shop was dead that afternoon, so I opened my jar of homemade batter and beat it with a spoon until it was fluffy again. Then I poured it into a pan and shoved it into the oven.
“What are you baking now?” Marie, my roommate and best friend, grabbed her apron and tied it around her waist. She reeked of smoke, so I knew she lit one up in the back alley. I tried getting her to quit a few times, but that just made her addiction worse.
“Apple cherry muffins.”
“Hmm…sounds good.”
I was notorious for my love of baking. We had an oven at our house, but it wasn’t as nice as the one at The Grind. I took advantage of it whenever I could. “They’re not super sweet so at least they won’t give you diabetes.”
Marie popped a few breath mints into her mouth to cover up the stench of smoke. “I’m not worried about diabetes.”
“Just lung cancer?” It was a mean jab but I didn’t care.
Marie rolled her eyes. “I smoke twice a day…sometimes only once.”
“If it’s so seldom, why do it at all?” I put my hand on my hip and narrowed my eyes on her face. I wasn’t a judgmental person, but I wanted my best friend to be around as long as possible.
“Shut up and keep baking.” She walked around me and headed to the front of the café.
I rolled my eyes even though no one was around to witness it. Then I set the timer on the oven.
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“Damn, these are good.” Marie picked at the muffin right at the counter. A few customers were sitting at tables in the lobby, but no one was in line. Fortunately, our manager was pretty lenient with all the crazy things we did. One time, a customer complained that Marie was on her phone, but our manager didn’t seem to care.
“Thanks.”
“Are they made with real apples and cherries?” She spoke with her mouth full.
“Yep. Natural is the only way to go.” I tried not to eat everything I made otherwise I really would get diabetes.
“We could probably sell these for two bucks a pop.” She finished the muffin then sucked the crumbs off her fingers.
“Two bucks?” I asked. “Maybe ninety nine cents.”
“Are you kidding me?” she asked. “Our chocolate croissant is $3.50.”
“Still sounds like a rip off to me.” I noticed the crumbs around her mouth but I didn’t say anything because I knew she would get there eventually. Right now, she was focused on her fingers.
The bell over the door rang as someone walked inside. That bell was a lifesaver when we were doing things we shouldn’t be—like right now. I set the tray of muffins on the counter then smoothed out my apron without checking who the customer was.
“Oh my god.” Marie lowered her voice so only I could hear her. “That’s him.”
“That’s who?”
“That super hot guy that comes in here all the time. He works on homework or something. But he looks too old to be in college…” She immediately straightened her hair then checked her breath.
I peeked over the counter and saw the guy she was talking about. She wasn’t exaggerating about his looks. He really was hot. He had dark brown hair that was a little messy, but he obviously did it on purpose. It was full and thick, and it was clear he ran his fingers through it when he was deep in thought. He wore slacks and a collared shirt with a dark blue tie down his chest. He had to be over six feet, and he filled out his clothes well. Even in a sleeved shirt, the muscles of his arms were obvious. His chest was wide and his stomach was tight. He stood at the end of the line and stared up at the menu as he tried to decide what he wanted.
He was definitely a looker.
“Ask him out,” I whispered to her.
“Are you crazy?” she snapped. “I’m not doing that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s lame,” she said quickly. “Girls don’t ask out guys.”
“Says who?” I demanded. “If he says no, whatever. Move on. But if he says yes…take him out for a drink.”
“I’m not doing that.” She raised her hand to shut me up. Whenever she did that, I knew she really wanted me to drop the subject.
“Don’t you think a guy finds that sexy?”
“What?” she asked.
“When a really hot girl asks him out?”
“I’ll just flirt a little and see where it goes.”
The guy approached the counter like he was about to order.
“Marie, wait.” I grabbed her arm and a napkin.
“What?” she asked in irritation.
“You got muffin all over your face.” I handed her the napkin.
“Oh my god.” She quickly wiped her mouth. “Did I get it?”
“No.” I grabbed the napkin. “Let me do it.”
Her eyes darted to the counter. “Shit, he’s here.” Without another word, she fled into the back.
I tossed the napkin into the garbage then felt my heart rate pick up. Marie was missing her chance with Mr. Handsome, but I couldn’t let her face him when she had shit all over her lips.
I approached the counter and pretended nothing just happened. Like we didn’t just talk about how hot he was. “Hi. What can I get for you?” I looked him directly in the eye.
His blue eyes were a little startling at first. I’d seen blue eyes before and on lots of people. Some were brighter than others. Some had a mixture of green or gray. His were unusually dark and sharp. They were so pretty they almost didn’t look real. They contrasted well against his fair skin. Every individual feature of his face was perfect, but combined together, the effect was deadly. I couldn’t detect a single flaw anywhere.
“Hi. How are you?” He held my gaze as he spoke. Normally, people stared at the board or through the bakery window when they talked to me. They didn’t give me any of their attention. I was just the chick who handed them their coffee.
“Great,” I said as I stood in front of the register. “What about you?”
“A little tired.” He rested one hand on the counter, and a shiny watch was on his wrist. “Hence, why I’m in here.” He had a laid-back nature to him, not snooty like I thought he might be.
“You need more gas for your engine?” I gave him a friendly smile.
“So to speak.” His eyes never left my face.
“Then let’s get you some coffee. What would you like?”
“I usually drink it black. Unless you have a recommendation.”
I wasn’t prepared to be put on the spot but I kept my cool. “We can always add a shot of espresso—maybe two. You look like you need it.” I smiled so he knew I was joking.
A ghost of a smile stretched his lips. Instead of raising the corners of his mouth, his eyes lightened in color. They seemed to be the gateway to his thoughts. “I trust your judgment.”
“Two shots of espresso it is.” I made the mental note. “Anything else?”
His eyes left my face for the first time and moved to the counter. “I’ll take one of those.”
I glanced behind my shoulder and saw the apple cherry muffins I made. “Those?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice.
“Yeah. They’re for sale, right?”
“Actually, I made those…for fun.”
That smile was there again. “Then I definitely have to have one. I’ll even pay you for it.”
Accept money? That would be weird. “It’s on the house. You look like you’ve had a bad day.” I grabbed a tray and set the muffin on top.
“Wow. I’ve never gotten such good service here.”
Unsure what to say, I gave him a quick smile then prepared his coffee. Once it was ready, I set it on the tray and rang him up.
He handed over the cash. “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I’ve been working here for a while.” I handed him his change, and just touching his hand electrified me. His skin was slightly coarse like he used his hands all the time.
“I guess I’ll see you next time then.”
“And I hope when that happens you won’t be so tired.”
This time he gave me a real smile. “That makes two of us.” He grabbed his tray then sat in a booth near the window. He pulled his laptop out of his satchel and set it on the counter.
“You’re such a lucky bitch.”
I turned around and spotted Marie. Her face was free of crumbs. “What?”
“He was totally flirting with you.”
“Was not,” I argued.
“He never spoke to me like that.” She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him in the lobby. She released a quiet whistle under her breath. “That is one fine man.”
“He really is something…” My gaze moved to his large hands. I wondered what he could do with them.
“Ask him out.”
I turned back to Marie so quickly my neck hurt. “What?”
“What happened to asking a guy out?”
“Well, he’s your guy.” That was an unspoken rule between us.
“No, he’s not,” she said with a laugh. “I just said he was hot. I don’t have any claim on him. And it looks like you have a serious chance with him.”
“Dude, I talked to him for, like, two minutes.”
“Don’t dude me.” She raised her finger. “Are you all talk?”
“No,” I said defensively. “But I don’t even know him.”
“Who cares?” She put her hands on her hips. “Is there much talking in
volved with sex?”
I rolled my eyes and walked away. “Now you’re getting carried away.”
She grabbed a muffin and chucked it at my back. “If he comes in here again, I’m going to bug you worse than a fly that just won’t quit.”
“And I’m sure you’ll keep your word.”
***
A week went by and I didn’t see Mr. Handsome. For days afterward, I thought about those expressive blue eyes. His face was indecipherable, but if you looked into his eyes, you could find everything you were looking for.
He carried himself with confidence, but he spoke politely. Instead of treating me like a mule, the way most customers did, he actually looked into my eyes as he spoke. Maybe he was in sales. He was undoubtedly good at selling anything, even broken radios.
When the week had come and gone, I started to forget about him. He was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen, but maybe I just exaggerated his features once he was gone. Could a guy really be that hot? Sometimes the memory of something was better than the actual thing.
Fortunately, Marie didn’t bring it up again. She probably forgot too. We had too much on our minds with school. I had a few exams that week and a lab report. I loved going out and dating, but I didn’t have a lot of time to do it.
It was a Tuesday afternoon when the bell rang overhead. Whenever I heard that sound, I turned to the door in the hope of seeing Mr. Handsome. But it was never him. Today, I didn’t even bother looking because I finally stopped thinking about him.
“Now you’re the one who looks tired.”
I looked up and saw the eyes I hadn’t forgotten about. His presence caught me off guard but I acted like I knew he was there the entire time. “I guess we’ve switched places.”
He stood at the counter wearing his typical office clothes. I wondered what he did for a living but I didn’t ask. “I guess I should have brought you a cup of coffee.” That amused expression was in his eyes. He had a smooth tongue like he did this often.