Page 70 of Second Chances
“Hello,” Charlotte answered immediately. She must have had her phone in her hand.
Megan could hear the din of the café in the background of the phone. “Charlotte, where are you?”
“I’m here. It’s amazing,” she gushed.
Megan opened the door from the kitchen and peered out into the busy room. She saw Charlotte at the glass counter ordering her coffee. She darted her eyes to Freddie and Logan just as Freddie noticed Charlotte at the counter.
Shit. Shit. Double shit. Megan rushed out into the café to try and shuttle Charlotte out of there as fast as she could. She saw Freddie doing the same with Logan.
Megan came up behind Charlotte and wrapped her arm over her shoulder, forcing her to keep her gaze at the blackboard coffee menu behind the counter.
“You need to go,” she whispered to Charlotte.
“What?” Charlotte tried to turn to face Megan, but Megan had her firmly in her vice-like grip.
“Slip into the back,” she whispered again. “Trust me.”
Charlotte turned her face to stare at Megan, her eyes wide. She nodded and slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. As she turned, she ran smack dab into the chest of the man everyone had been staring at, hard enough that he had to grasp her forearm to stop her from falling.
Megan looked to Freddie and he shrugged. “I tried,” he mouthed to Megan.
“My apologies, Miss,” Logan said.
Megan watched transfixed as Charlotte composed herself and removed Logan’s hand from her forearm. She didn’t say a word to Logan or Freddie, or Megan. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the café.
“Who was that?” Logan asked Freddie.
“You didn’t recognize her?” he asked.
“I’ve never seen that woman before in my life,” Logan replied, watching Charlotte march across the street and hop into her SUV.
