“She is not. Regardless, there is nothing going on between Jason and me. He’s a thousand miles away. I’ll probably never see him again.”
“Ha! He call you before day is out tomorrow. You mark Tran words.”
“Whatever.”
With some trepidation, Samantha left the shop and marched to her car, her head on a swivel, searching the windows of every parked vehicle for Derek’s face. She wasn’t disappointed. Next door at the laundromat, she saw the blue truck backed into a parking spot, its front windshield facing the coffee shop. Samantha froze in her tracks. She couldn’t see clearly inside the cab from where she stood, but there was a man inside. She couldn’t shake the feeling he was watching her. It had to be Derek.
She almost stormed across the parking lot and confronted him, but then she thought
