Love and Music (Small Town Secrets Book 3) by Jade C. Jamison

Author:Jade C. Jamison [Jamison, Jade C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Lisa banged on the door hard enough that my neighbors might have thought I’d swallowed an entire bottle of pills and she was there to save me.

“Jesus. Get in here before someone calls the police.”

Lisa giggled, and I noticed a sparkle in her blue eyes that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Underneath that, though, was a concern that made me believe maybe she did think I was suicidal.

I peeked in the hallway before closing the door, just to make sure no one was coming out of their place. “Want some coffee?”

For just a second, Lisa pondered it. “Hell, no. We need to get you out of here. Let’s go out for coffee.”

“Oh, no. No way. You’re not getting me in your car and then driving over to the hotel. Nice try.”

“I’m serious, Meg. You can drive, okay?”

As I considered her sincerity, I didn’t care that a scowl twisted my face. “Fine.” Grabbing my purse and phone, I questioned how my bestie always managed to get me to do things I doubted were good ideas.

There was a diner outside of town, a place where truckers gassed up and bikers ate breakfast to nurse their hangovers. Once in a while, you’d see a family of tourists or some cops taking a break, but, for the most part, locals didn’t frequent it—meaning there’d be little chance of anyone seeing us—especially high school reunion people. And I only lived a couple of miles away, so it was perfect.

I’d barely put my car in drive when Lisa said, “Meg, tell me what the hell happened that was so bad you’re refusing to go to the rest of the reunion. I mean…when I left, you and Tyler looked all snuggly and, uh, stuff.”

“I actually don’t want to talk about it.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, seriously.”

“Where the hell are you going, anyway? Starbucks is that way—and you just passed the Coffee Stop.”

“I’m calling the shots. We’re going to be drinking good old-fashioned coffee. It was good enough for my grandma and grandpa, and it’s good enough for us.” I didn’t look over at Lisa, but I could imagine she was rolling her eyes at me.

“Hmph.”

Pausing at the stoplight, I looked out of the driver-side window so Lisa couldn’t see my grin. I could have hugged her, though. I already felt loads better just being around her.

When I started driving again, she said, “Fine. But we’re talking once we sit down.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Again, I had to stifle the grin threatening to plump my cheeks, and I managed to feel less humorous as I pulled up to the diner. When we got out of my car and the smell of greasy eggs wafted through the parking lot, I questioned my sanity—but I reminded myself we weren’t going to eat any food. Just coffee.

What the hell was I thinking?

When we walked through the glass door, a small bell tinkled, announcing our arrival. A waitress with bright blue hair pulled into pigtails marched toward the breakfast bar behind which several rough-and-tumble men dined in leather jackets despite the heat.

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