13
Josh
Next door to the coffee shop, Sneaky’s bar was packed, with drunken revelers spilling out onto the sidewalk. I didn’t want the night to end just yet, but I was afraid my last question to Serge might have frightened him off.
He got out of the car and leaned against the passenger door. I walked around the Jag and held out his keys, which he shoved into his pocket. Then we both spoke at once, neither of us looking at the other.
“Grant was…”
“I’m sorry, I…”
We turned our heads toward each other and grinned.
“Do you want to come inside for coffee or tea?” I gestured toward the dark coffee shop. “I’ve got plenty of both.”
Serge nodded, pushed himself off the car and followed me inside. I heated water and found some teabags, not wanting to make a big mess for Luke to clean in the
