the spot as he bypassed me completely. He ordered coffee and kept her engaged in conversation while she made it. The few minutes dragged like hours. It was getting harder to breathe.
Finally, coffee in hand, Adam thanked Nicole. He almost made it to the door when I choked out his name.
Adam looked around, vaguely as if a stranger had called out to him.
“You told Lily you were leaving in a week.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were staying for a couple of months.”
“I said I could stay a couple of months,” he corrected, coldly. “I’m going to spend some time with Gabrielle and then head home.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I agreed.
Nicole let out a groan. The slap I heard was her hand connecting with her forehead. Subtly had never been her forte. Adam’s focus remained on me. Thinking about what he might be seeing made me want to bolt from the room.
“I had it in my head that this place held something for me. For a minute I thought it was you….” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe he’d gotten it so wrong. “Thanks for showing me around. It was nice meeting you, Charli,” he said, cold and polite. He walked out the door, leaving me standing there like the idiot I was.
“Are you just going to let him go?” Rushing over, Nicole grabbed a fistful of my coat. “You like him,” she said, shaking me with each syllable. “Why are you making such a mess of this?”
Breaking free, I smoothed down my coat, buying time. She didn’t wait. “Get out there and talk to him,” she ordered, pointing towards the door.
“And tell him what?”
“Tell him that he wasn’t wrong,” she yelled, as if that was necessary to make me understand. She shoved me towards the door. “What are you waiting for?”
“He’ll be gone now. It’s too late.”
“He won’t be gone. He’s standing by his car.”
“How can you possibly know that?” Whoever built the store a zillion years ago had the good sense not to obstruct the view of the ocean. The small car park couldn’t be seen from inside the café.
Nicole dangled a set of keys in front of me. “He’s not going anywhere.”
Snatching the keys from her, I marched to the door. I didn’t even take time to string a reasonable apology together in my head. Adam was already walking up the steps, coffee still in hand. It took all my might not to throw the keys at him, run inside, bolt the door and hide until he was gone.
He could probably tell by the look on my face that he was going to have to speak first.
“I left my keys.”
I shook my head. “Nicole took them to stop you leaving.”
I dropped them into his palm.
“Why would she do that?” he asked.
“Because she knows I will have sabotaged this day. And she knows I need time to make it right,” I explained.
“Charli – ”
“You said that you thought it was me that drew you here.” Interrupting him was all I could do. If I let him finish telling me how vile he thought I was, I would’ve lost my nerve completely.
His face contorted as if he wished he’d never said it. “You blew me off and handed me to the Beautifuls,” he reminded me, outraged.
“I know,” I replied contritely. “I’m sorry.”
Adam backed down the steps. “You’re so confusing,” he muttered.
Before I knew it, I was following him to his car, taking two quick steps to keep up with each of his long strides. “Adam, you asked me if I believed in fate.”
He balanced the cup of coffee on the roof of the car. His hand was on the door handle but he didn’t open it. “And you said you didn’t.”
“I lied.” He shook his head, incensed by me all over again. The car door opened and I wedged myself in the way to stop him leaving. “Please, I know I don’t deserve it but let me explain.”
He took a step back from me, folding his arms defensively. “No games,” he warned.
“None,” I promised, sealing the deal by crossing my heart, just to prove I had one. “If I’d told you the truth,