Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“How about some answers?”
“We don’t serve answers. That’s usually at a court of justice.”
“You’re being a smartass.”
“You won’t order.”
“Fine. I want twenty-four burgers and twenty-four fries to go.”
Luna scribbled the order down. It wasn’t the first time they’d had a large order. They dealt with office workers and construction crews as part of their customer base. Mac had no problem, or at least he didn’t use to have a problem, sending her out with multiple orders at certain times of the day.
“Coming right up.” She stepped to the counter and slid it over as Mac took it, seeing past her shoulder.
Luna frowned at his tic. It only slightly clenched the side of Mac’s face. Was he angry at Matthew?
Mac didn’t say anything as he turned away and got to cooking. There was a time Mac always seemed nice. Gruff, but nice. Not recently. He wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t hold a conversation. He was kind of rude, and not in a nice way either.
Luna turned back to Matthew and grabbed her coffee pot. “Would you like a cup?” she asked, holding up the black coffee.
The stuff was rancid, but it worked. If anyone felt tired, a nice mug of this did the trick. This shit was powerful.
“Sure,” Matthew said.
She grabbed him a cup and started to slowly pour out the liquid, trying to think of a good enough reason to not talk to him.
“Were you going to tell me you’re back?” he asked.
“I don’t know if I’m back. I don’t know what I’m doing.” That was the truth. She didn’t have a goal. There was no exact plan right now. She didn’t know why she’d given up her teaching assistant position or left her not-real boyfriend.
It hadn’t been working out. He’d wanted more, and she kind of only agreed to dating because she felt guilty for always turning him down in the past.
Otherwise, there had been no one. No one since Matthew.
She had vowed not to save herself for this guy, and yet, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to have sex with anyone else. How pathetic did that make her?
While she wasn’t pining for Matthew, no other guy had even come close to making her want to drop her pants.
How she hated herself right now.
“You don’t know if you’re back but you’re standing right in front of me.”
“Technically, we have a distance. A counter’s worth of distance, but that counts.”
He chuckled. “That’s what counts?”
“Yes.” She finished pouring him a cup of coffee. “That is all that counts.”
“Okay, so while you’re standing in front of a counter in front of me, were you going to tell me?”
She sighed and held the coffee pot against her. “I honestly don’t know, Matthew. I guess I figured we’d meet each other at some point. Vale Valley isn’t a massive town. There would have been reasons for us to meet. It’s not a big deal.”
“I told you that I loved you, and you don’t think that is a big deal.”
It was a big deal. A massive one, but Matthew didn’t seem to get it. Those words, she had heard them before. He’d been more than happy to say them to her.
“Don’t,” she said.
“Luna?”
“No.” She held her hand up. “You don’t get to blame me right now. You don’t get to make me look guilty. I’m—do you even remember what you said to me? How much you loved me? How much you wanted me? Just me? That you couldn’t stop thinking about me, and how we were going to make this work? Just you and me?” She stared at him. His eyes were so brown, a slightly lighter color than his father’s, but intense. The kind that had been so easy to fall into.
Unlike hers. She had boring, dark-brown eyes.
“Luna?”
“Stop. Okay? Just stop. I don’t owe you anything, and you certainly don’t owe me anything. You and I, we don’t mesh well. So, stop trying to make out that just because you said you love me and that we’d find some way to make it work that it’s the first time I’m hearing it. Trust me, it’s not. I’ve heard it all before, and then, you were balls deep inside another girl. Chasing a different skirt or whatever the hell kind of reference you want.”
She had hung on to those words like they were a lifeline. Even when he said them to her a few weeks ago, it had meant something to her, but she had no choice but to bring up the other memories that accompanied those words. Not just the feeling of during, or after, but even after then. When she had no choice but to take a pregnancy test with his stepmom nearby.
Luna had never told her parents about what happened. That month she’d skipped a period had been scary. She’d been so freaking scared. Going to Matthew had been a last resort.