Love Me (Dreams of Glass Book 3) by Audrey Rush

Author:Audrey Rush [Rush, Audrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Wile looked away as quickly as he could, pretending like he didn’t recognize me, but I was already heading towards him. He sat up, cleared his throat, then adjusted the newspaper.

“Wile Stevens,” I said. I held out my hand, and after some hesitation, he took it. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” he said.

“How’s the Foundation?”

“Professor Hunt makes me aware every day of the mistake we made by rescinding your scholarship.” He folded the newspaper in front of him, making it very apparent that I was interrupting him. “But you do understand that we had to, right, Miss Glass? The graduate students were—”

I put up my hand. “Say no more. I may not like it, but I get it.”

His old phone rattled around on the table, like a chicken in a hen house. He responded to the message on it hurriedly. Once he was finished, he looked up at me, almost confused as to why I was still there.

“How’s Poppy doing?”

“Miss Wellington?” he asked. I nodded. “Miss Wellington is doing well. Thank you for asking.”

“Are you still seeing her?”

“Miss Wellington is among the best of us,” he said. He stood up. “If you’ll excuse me—”

I watched him leave the restaurant. I knew it would be an uncomfortable interaction for me, but I didn’t know how uncomfortable it would be for Wile. I was about to leave the table when I saw a cream-colored leather purse in the booth.

“Hey, you left—” I started to say, but he was gone. Though it was a neutral color, the design was feminine. Was Wile meeting someone there, someone other than Poppy, and I had accidentally interrupted his infidelity? That would explain his discomfort. But there was no way of knowing. I grabbed the purse and walked to the front counter, waiting for my turn in line.

“Welcome to Pan Dulce Bread. What can I get for you?” a stocky man asked. I handed him the purse.

“Wile Stevens left this behind,” I said.

“Wile Stevens?” He wrote down the name. “Thank you, ma’am. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Is Coco working?”

His customer service veneer vanished. Without a smile, his face reminded me of a toad’s, full of greasy and large bumps.

“Are you going to order or freeload?” he asked. My jaw dropped. I was debating whether to order or to ask to speak to his manager when Coco stepped into view, tying her apron in the back. She checked the soups, then removed one of the canisters from the hole.

“She’s right over there,” I said. He sighed. “And yes. I’ll take a latte.”

He grabbed the debit card out of my hand and slid it through the slot without a word. Then he muttered something to himself after he got Coco’s attention. Her eyes widened when she saw me, like she was never expecting to see me again. She shook her head, and the man threw up his hands. I heard him say something about no more visitors or friends, and Coco returned an equally annoyed response.

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