The next day, Zachary showed up again. I didn't expect him to really keep his promise by wanting to be in our child's life, but as I was working the counter by 9 o'clock, he showed up. Watching his fancy black sports car parked in front of my cafe, I could see that he was just here to monitor me. What was he thinking? That I would run away?
I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened at the sight of him. He hadn't even stepped inside yet, but I could feel his presence like a weight pressing down on me. Through the glass window, Zachary sat in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting against his chin as he watched me. His gaze was unreadable, but the intensity of it made my stomach twist.
I forced myself to focus on the customer in front of me, handing th
