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when I noticed something on the wall.
    In a glass frame was the pan I gave her. The engraving, The Muffin Girl , was still in the exact same spot. A date was written on a piece of paper next to it. I realized what it meant. It was the pan she used to make her first batch of muffins. She told me she would do that…but I couldn’t believe she really did.
    I felt like an asshole.
    “Why are you here?” Her hostile voice burned my eardrums.
    I turned to see her standing next to me, her black shirt caked with flour and sugar. Her hair was pulled back and revealed all of her exquisite features. She was thinner than she used to be, but she still had nice curves.
    She put me on the spot, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I wasn’t sure how she spotted me so easily. Maybe she had cameras. I didn’t have a clue. “Just wanted to get something to eat. Or is that not okay?” I didn’t mean to sound like a smartass but it slipped.
    “There are a million other places to go in the city. Don’t come here.” Her eyes burned with fire, but not the good kind. When we used to fight, she said things she didn’t mean. But now she meant every word.
    “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    “Then don’t come here. It’s that simple.” She turned to walk away.
    “Francesca, wait.”
    She turned around, to my astonishment. “What?”
    “Can I have a moment of your time?”
    “No. You’ve already taken too much of my time as it is.”
    I knew what she really meant . “We’re going to have to deal with each other. We may as well make it work.”
    “Deal with each other?” She had to raise her voice over the crowd. “No, we don’t have to deal with each other. We just need to get through this wedding. Then you can disappear and so can I.”
    She really hated me . “We can keep yelling at each other in the middle of your shop or you can just sit down with me. What’s it going to be?”
    “I thought you came in here to get something to eat?” she challenged.
    “I was going to until you denied me service.”
    Her eyes lit up again like she wanted to slap me. “Fine.” She marched out the door and headed to the sidewalk. I was on her tail. “What do you want to talk about?”
    I looked around. “Can we sit down somewhere? Or are we animals?”
    “I don’t have a lot of time.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I have plans for lunch.”
    With whom ? “Just get some coffee with me. It won’t take long.”
    She shifted her weight in irritation.
    “There’s a coffee shop right next door. And it’s quiet.”
    “Then you should have gone there,” she mumbled under her breath.
    We ordered our drinks then sat at a table near the window. Light music played overhead, and the tables around us were vacant.
    She looked at anything but me. Sometimes her gaze moved to the window, and sometimes she stared at the painting on the wall. When she exhausted those two things, she looked down into her coffee. Then she repeated the whole thing. Sitting this close to me was physically agonizing to her.
    She wishes I were dead.
    She checked the time on her phone and sighed. “You called this meeting. What do you want to talk about?”
    “Us.”
    She sipped her coffee. “There’s nothing to say, Hawke. Let’s just play nice in front of Axel and Marie. No one has to know anything. We fooled everyone anyway.”
    “You didn’t fool me.”
    Fear moved into her eyes but it quickly disappeared.
    “I know this isn’t ideal for you. This is difficult for both of us. But maybe if we talked about what happened, you wouldn’t hate me so much.”
    She froze as the confusion spread across her face. “I don’t hate you.”
    She doesn’t?
    “I’m indifferent to you.”
    My heart sank in my chest. That was much worse.
    “I don’t enjoy being around you but I don’t mind it.”
    “It didn’t seem that way when I spoke to you.”
    “Because you were talking to me,” she snapped. “You wouldn’t leave me alone.”
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