Sorry for the long delay! Things have been hectic and full-on in my life lately. But here’s the next chapter!
Not on your life! Mia thought as she stormed out of the restaurant.
“Mia, come on!”
Mia whirled around, not caring that any of the passerbys could hear her. “Why should I wait for you, Charlie? I waited for you to come back for a long time when you left me! I’m not going to wait for you anymore!” And without, Mia spun around on her heel, hot tears burning her cheeks.
A hand grabbed her arm, yanking her to a stop.
“I’m not trying to aggravate you-”
“Yeah, well, you’re doing a damn sucky job of that!” Mia shouted, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.
“Listen!” he shouted and Mia actually fell silent at the shock of hearing him raise his voice. He had never raised his voice to her – not even when she practically threw her entire bookshelf at him three years ago when he announced those ugly, fateful words. She was suddenly aware of peoples eyes on them as Charlie continued in a quieter, even, but still authoritative voice that she had seen make Charlie’s own father cower. “I’m the new cook, so sweetheart,” he practically spat that word out, “that means we’re going to be working together whether you like it or not! The only way we’re going to get your father’s restaurant back to the glorious thing it used to be is IF you. Work. With. Me. Got it?”
Mia was finally able to yank her arm free and gave him a weighty glare before spitting at his feet. “You’re still a butthead,” she grumbled and turned and marched away, steam boiling off of her face.
Oh DARE that…that pigheaded, no-good jer-
Mia suddenly found herself tangled in someone else’s limbs as she and whoever she was tangled with hit the pavement.
“Oh, I’m so-”
She trailed off as she realised who it was.
“Well,” he chuckled and she felt her knees wobbling – and not from the nasty fall she had just taken, “fancy bumping into you again.”
Mia laughed. “You’re good,” she said. “And so-” Whoa! Was I about to call him breathtaking?
His eyes narrowed in amusement and suspicion about what she had stopped herself from saying and then stood up, holding out his hand to help her up. Blushing, she reached out and took his hand, involuntarily shivering in delight at the contact with his skin – and then kicking herself because he most likely felt that.
“I’m just going out to get some coffee. Since you’re here,” he said, “would you like to come with me?”
Suddenly Mia forgot how to even think.
Again, I’m so sorry for the delay.
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