8
LUKE
THREE MONTHS LATER
I felt like I was in the twilight zone. One day, Lara was crying, and the next, she was walking around as if nothing had happened. It’d been three months since our night together, and I’d even brought different girls into her bar to get a rise out of her, yet still, nothing.
Pulling out my phone, I texted her.
Me: Congratulations on the magazine article. Will you please come out and talk to me? I’m in the parking lot.
Me: Please, Lara. I’m so sorry for everything I did. I want to work this out.
Heart racing, I stared at the back door of the restaurant, willing it to open. When it did, I had hoped the blonde walking out to greet me was Lara, but it was Summer.
“Let me guess, she didn’t want to talk to me?” I asked, leaning against my truck.
Summer shook he
