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talked to Ethan, he knew it would come up. Right now, he wanted to focus on good things. Like lunch with Whitney.
After that, he decided to play around on the internet to kill time and occupy his mind until it was time to go. After Kelly tried to call him twice more, he put his phone on silent and slipped it into the opposite jeans pocket from the one where he was keeping Whitney’s phone.
Chapter 7: It’s Just Coffee
Whitney didn’t know why she was so jittery as she pulled her car into one of the spots in the small parking lot of It’s Just Coffee. She was just meeting this guy to get her phone back. He was just a guy. Who had her phone.
So what if she’d worn her most flattering jeans—an indigo boot-cut pair that fit her curvy form well. And she had chosen to wear her gray sweater, the one that was perfectly snug without being too tight. And she’d taken the time to curl her hair so that the haircut she’d recently gotten at her favorite Dominican hair salon in Silver Spring, Maryland did what it was supposed to do. She just wanted to look nice, that was all.
She walked into It’s Just Coffee and saw him right away. He was sitting at a booth near the back. A pair of brown flip-flops rested on the floor, but he had crossed his legs one over the other so that his feet were tucked under them, and were between his thighs and the dark cushion of the booth seat. She suppressed a smile and walked over to him. She dropped her purse into the booth seat across from him and slid in next to it.
She grabbed a menu and looked up at him. “Hi.”
He grinned, flashing white, perfect teeth. Even his pale blue eyes seemed to smile, and she wondered again how he could make eyes that were such a cold color seem so warm. “Hi.”
She took a sip of water from the glass that had been waiting for her on the table. Condensation had started to pool around the glass and on the dark surface of the table.
“I asked for water for us. I hope you don’t mind,” Chace said.
“That was nice. Thank you.” Whitney set the glass back down.
“Should I go order for us?”
“Sure,” Whitney said, thinking about how different he was sober. He was convincing her more and more she’d been right about him the night before. He’d just had a bad night.
After she gave him her order, he slipped his flip-flops back on and went up to the bar. He talked to a tall, thin black man wearing black skinny jeans and a slim-fitting gray T-shirt with the It’s Just Coffee logo in the upper left hand corner. The man nodded and punched some numbers into a cash register. Chace said something with a grin and they both laughed. When he came back to the table, he was holding two muffins.
He held one out to her. “He just gave me these. You like blueberry?” He sat down across from her.
“Sure.” She smiled, taking the muffin. “You, uh, wear flip-flops in December?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I wear flip-flops any time I can get away with it. Unless there’s snow on the ground or a really good chance I’ll get frostbite, the flip-flops come out.”
“Okay.” She laughed.
“Oh. Before I forget.” Chace reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone. He slid it across the table to her.
“Thanks so much.” Whitney picked up the phone and put it in her purse.
“No problem. I’m kind of glad you lost it at my place, actually.”
“Why is that?”
Chace looked at her in a way that made the rest of the coffeehouse fade away. “Because I was wondering how I’d see you again.”
“Oh.” Whitney nearly knocked her glass over when she reached for it so that she could take a sip of water.
Chace smiled, dropping his eyes to the table. “I mean, I didn’t want your only, lasting impression of me to be as a stumbling, drunken fool.”
“Well, it won’t be now. You really saved my life.” Whitney patted her bag, which now contained her cell phone.
“Good.” Chace’s eyes burned into hers again.
She gave him an awkward
After that, he decided to play around on the internet to kill time and occupy his mind until it was time to go. After Kelly tried to call him twice more, he put his phone on silent and slipped it into the opposite jeans pocket from the one where he was keeping Whitney’s phone.
Chapter 7: It’s Just Coffee
Whitney didn’t know why she was so jittery as she pulled her car into one of the spots in the small parking lot of It’s Just Coffee. She was just meeting this guy to get her phone back. He was just a guy. Who had her phone.
So what if she’d worn her most flattering jeans—an indigo boot-cut pair that fit her curvy form well. And she had chosen to wear her gray sweater, the one that was perfectly snug without being too tight. And she’d taken the time to curl her hair so that the haircut she’d recently gotten at her favorite Dominican hair salon in Silver Spring, Maryland did what it was supposed to do. She just wanted to look nice, that was all.
She walked into It’s Just Coffee and saw him right away. He was sitting at a booth near the back. A pair of brown flip-flops rested on the floor, but he had crossed his legs one over the other so that his feet were tucked under them, and were between his thighs and the dark cushion of the booth seat. She suppressed a smile and walked over to him. She dropped her purse into the booth seat across from him and slid in next to it.
She grabbed a menu and looked up at him. “Hi.”
He grinned, flashing white, perfect teeth. Even his pale blue eyes seemed to smile, and she wondered again how he could make eyes that were such a cold color seem so warm. “Hi.”
She took a sip of water from the glass that had been waiting for her on the table. Condensation had started to pool around the glass and on the dark surface of the table.
“I asked for water for us. I hope you don’t mind,” Chace said.
“That was nice. Thank you.” Whitney set the glass back down.
“Should I go order for us?”
“Sure,” Whitney said, thinking about how different he was sober. He was convincing her more and more she’d been right about him the night before. He’d just had a bad night.
After she gave him her order, he slipped his flip-flops back on and went up to the bar. He talked to a tall, thin black man wearing black skinny jeans and a slim-fitting gray T-shirt with the It’s Just Coffee logo in the upper left hand corner. The man nodded and punched some numbers into a cash register. Chace said something with a grin and they both laughed. When he came back to the table, he was holding two muffins.
He held one out to her. “He just gave me these. You like blueberry?” He sat down across from her.
“Sure.” She smiled, taking the muffin. “You, uh, wear flip-flops in December?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. I wear flip-flops any time I can get away with it. Unless there’s snow on the ground or a really good chance I’ll get frostbite, the flip-flops come out.”
“Okay.” She laughed.
“Oh. Before I forget.” Chace reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone. He slid it across the table to her.
“Thanks so much.” Whitney picked up the phone and put it in her purse.
“No problem. I’m kind of glad you lost it at my place, actually.”
“Why is that?”
Chace looked at her in a way that made the rest of the coffeehouse fade away. “Because I was wondering how I’d see you again.”
“Oh.” Whitney nearly knocked her glass over when she reached for it so that she could take a sip of water.
Chace smiled, dropping his eyes to the table. “I mean, I didn’t want your only, lasting impression of me to be as a stumbling, drunken fool.”
“Well, it won’t be now. You really saved my life.” Whitney patted her bag, which now contained her cell phone.
“Good.” Chace’s eyes burned into hers again.
She gave him an awkward
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