CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SHE WAS NUMB. She had just stood there and watched Derek walk away that night. She didn’t call out to him or try to stop him. What would have been the point? They had both made up their minds, neither wanting to compromise. She had already made her decision about Jared, and she was not, under any circumstances, changing her mind. Apparently, neither was Derek.
“He’s called out every day this week?” Emma sat at the table, her hands around her mocha frappe. Customers had been pouring into House of Joe’s all morning, some dressed up in costume, others just gawking at those who were in full Halloween spirit. Emma was saving her outfit for tonight and the party of wild abandon that awaited her. Besides, her costume wasn’t exactly proper work attire. At least, not for her job.
