9
“I’m just saying, what kind of bloke throws stones at someone’s window? Hasn’t he got a mobile phone or something?” Brian gazed at Lexie, looking for answers.
They sat opposite one another in the otherwise empty coffee shop. Brian had gone into town to unwind—he’d felt especially stressed upon waking and not just because he’d forgotten to buy more eggs and coffee. It had been the man who’d done it, that and the fact he hadn’t seen Yuki all morning. He should’ve texted her, but didn’t want to seem clingy, so instead had gone for a stroll. The cool air against his neck and the scent of damp grass had helped. Though not enough, evidently. As soon as he’d entered the coffee shop, Lexie had asked if everything was all right with a look that told Brian it was more than politeness. The worry
