Like Glass We Break (Glass #2) Read Free

there isn’t any sign of the bus. It has already passed, or it’s behind schedule. She can see her breath and the cold is nipping at her toes.
    A car slowly pulls up beside her and comes to a stop. It’s dark and Renae slowly backs away, but the car rolls down its window and reveals Scott in the driver’s seat. “Would you like a ride?”
    “Uh, I don’t know. I think so. Maybe. Where are you going?” Renae manages, surprised at his offer.
    “I don’t have anywhere to get to right now, so hop in. I’ll take you wherever you need to go. This weather is absolutely ridiculous and you’re going to get sick, which means I’ll catch it because we work in the same office.” Scott chuckles.
    Renae obliges and climbs into the passenger seat of his black Jeep Wrangler. The radio is on a rock station but it’s barely audible.
    “Where are you headed?” Scott asks.
    “Home.”
    “Okay, and where might home be?” He laughs.
    “Oh, uh…sorry. Wellington Road South. The big apartment complex by the lake.”
    “Oh, nice. That’s a beautiful building.”
    “Oh, have you been in there?” Renae asks.
    “No, but I’ve seen it from the outside. It must have a beautiful view of the water.”
    “It does. I write by the window.”
    “You write?” Scott asks.
    “Yes, in my spare time. It’s nothing special. I mean, it’s definitely not professional quality work. It’s just for fun. I like writing.”
    “I’d love to read some of your work sometime.”
    “I don’t know about that. I’ve never let anyone read anything I’ve written. I’m usually too embarrassed. A lot of it is very personal,” Renae explains.
    “I’m certain I can change your mind.”
    Renae is certain he can change her mind too. Perhaps after a glass of wine, or passionate sex. A lot of things can change Renae’s mind.
    Scott reaches down and turns up the volume on the radio just a bit. Trying to act cool, Renae sits in silence and softly bobs her head along with the music.
    “Right?” Scott asks.
    “What?”
    “Which side of the building—right or left?”
    “Oh, sorry. Yes, right. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t realize we’re already here. Thanks for the ride; I really appreciate it. Taking the bus in this weather would have been pretty miserable. So, thank you,” Renae says, speaking slowly. She looks at Scott’s profile in the glow of the street lights, when he turns and his eyes meet hers. “Um, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Yep, I’ll be there. Bright and early as usual. Okay, maybe not all that bright.” Scott grins.
    “What’s with the suitcase?” Renae asks, as she reaches back for her purse.
    “I packed in case we were sent away to that conference this week. I’m a procrastinator, normally, so when I have the motivation to not be lazy, I usually try to take advantage.”
    “Oh.” Renae smiles. “Have a good night, Scott!”
    “You too.”
     
    ***
     
    Scott
     
    She pushes the door closed and walks toward her building. Through the heavy glass door, Scott can see down the hallway of the first floor. He watches as Renae turns and heads up the flight of stairs. This leaves him curiously wondering what floor she actually lives on, since she doesn’t live on the first.
    He stares at the empty hallway for another minute and then puts his vehicle back in drive. He pushes the Bluetooth button on his steering wheel, allowing him to dial a phone number hands free.
    “Say the name or number you wish to call.”
    “Cora James.”
    “ Calling Cora James.”
    Ringing. More ringing. Part of him is almost surprised when the call goes to voicemail, although that makes sense—how would she be able to reach her phone when her hands are tied behind her back?
    “You’ve reached Cor! Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you when I can!”
    “Hey, Cora. It’s Scott. I just finished up work and I’d like to get together. I haven’t seen you in a couple days. Are you free? I’m going to swing by, in