Page 56 of Second Chances
Chapter 23
As Josh drove off,Megan stood in the driveway in a state of shock as the man she loved drove out of her life. She knew that telling Josh the truth had ruined everything, but she couldn’t keep lying. What was she going to do? Keep pretending so that she could sleep with him a few more times? The idea was tempting, but Josh deserved better than that. He deserved the truth.
He had opened up to her and not only had she rejected him, she had completely deceived him. She turned and shuffled into the house, noticing that Charlotte’s car was back. She pulled off her coat and hung it in the entryway closet. Her body was sore and tired and all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and curl up in bed and wish that she’d never agreed to Charlotte’s crazy scheme to begin with.
Charlotte popped her head out of the kitchen, “Coffee’s on.”
Megan perked up a little with the smell of the coffee and moped into the kitchen. She pulled a mug out of the cupboard and poured herself a glass of water, chugging it down in three big gulps.
“Thirsty?” Charlotte smirked. “Did someone get a lot of exercise last night?”
“It wasn’t like that.” Megan sat down at the island, impatiently tapping her fingers so she could go drink her coffee alone.
“Oh yeah, what was it like? How was he? How big was he? Would you do it again?” Charlotte went rapid-fire with her questions.
“It was amazing. He’s incredible.”
“Then why so glum?” Charlotte pulled the percolator off the stove, clicked off the burner and poured the hot coffee into Megan’s mug.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
Charlotte looked up at Megan. “You didn’t.”
“I had to.”
“What do you mean, you had to? We had a deal, you were going to wait until after the grand opening of the café.”
“I had to.” Megan repeated.
“Yeah, well, I heard you the first time. How could you?” Charlotte planted both of her hands on the island and stared at Megan, waiting for an answer.
“I didn’t tell him everything. He doesn’t know who you are.”
Charlotte’s shoulders visibly softened, and she breathed out a sigh of relief. “Well, then what exactly did you tell him?”
Megan took a sip of her black coffee and was about to start the story when the doorbell rang. She raised her eyebrows at Charlotte. “Are you expecting someone so early?”
“No. Are you?” Charlotte replied as she slid off the seat and strode out of sight to open the front door.
Megan’s heart was in her throat. It had to be Josh. Could he have turned around, was he here to tell her that he needed her so badly he was willing to look past her deception? She gulped, her heart hammering in her chest. When she heard Charlotte speaking to a male voice her heart leapt into her throat. Could it be him?
“Megan. Door’s for you,” Charlotte’s voice rang out from the mezzanine. She sounded irritated.
Megan took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure as she walked to the front of the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was at the door.
It wasn’t Josh. It was the man she had wanted so badly to change his mind about her – about them, until Josh walked into her life. She hadn’t thought about him in weeks. He hadn’t entered her mind for even a nanosecond. It was Alex. Standing in the doorway. With flowers.
