Page 263 of The Baby Bargain
I need to go there.
For him.
For my chai.
For everything.
I grab my purse and head out.
It's a short walk, fifteen minutes at most. And it's a beautiful morning. None of the typical beach grey.
The sun is bright, the sky is blue, the clouds are fluffy.
The soft breeze raises goose bumps on my arms. It must be sixty-five degrees, but I'm freezing and warm at once.
Every step feels like a million miles.
Every familiar sight—the coffee shop where Chase and I planned, the street that Inked Hearts calls home, the one the new shop claimed, the turn that leads to his apartment—makes my limbs light.
I'm not sure how I make it all the way to his apartment, but I do.
I walk up the steps.
Knock on his door.
"It's open," he calls.
His voice makes my legs weak. It's been too long. I miss him.
I miss him in ways I've never missed anyone.
I want this to be okay.
For me.
And Charlotte.
And Chase too.
He's a good guy. He deserves to be happy. Does he finally see it?
God, I hope he finally sees it.
My fingers graze the door handle.
Deep breath. Slow exhale.
I push the door open.
Step inside.
He's leaning against the counter, eyes on the door, mug of tea sitting on the table.
"Is that my chai?" I don't know what else to ask.
He nodsyeah.
"How long has it been sitting there?"
