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anyone. I slowed down a little bit for traffic,
still trying to peer inside. It definitely looked like there were a lot of
people in there, but...
               Crunch.
               “Damn,” I muttered, focusing back on the road. I had just
rear ended the car in front of me. The silver Mazda Miata in front of my car
pulled off to the side of the road, so I followed suit and parked right behind
him. A man in his sixties stepped out of his vehicle and walked around the back
to assess the damage. He then walked up to my driver’s window. Please don’t
expect me to get out of the car. What if Greyson was inside the pub? What
if he could see me right now? He would probably think I was on my way to met
him, which I certainly wasn’t. This was mortifying.
               “I’m so sorry sir,” I said sincerely as I rolled down my
window. “Look, I am having a really terrible day. Can I just give you…” I rummaged
through my wallet, “two hundred and eighty bucks? That’s all I have on me. Do
you think that will cover it?” My eyes pleaded with him to just take the money
and let me drive away.
               “Are you okay? You aren’t hurt or anything?” the man asked
politely.
               “Just my pride,” I muttered with embarrassment. “I’m just
on my way home and I clearly wasn’t paying attention. I am so sorry. Do you
think this will cover it?” I asked again, holding the cash out to him.
               “Oh dear, no, that’s too much. It looks like it just
busted my taillight. My nephew owns a shop. He can probably take care of this
for eighty or ninety bucks,” he said, shaking his head. “You keep some of that
to fix up your bumper,” he said, patting me on the hand.
               “Sir, really, I feel awful. Just take this in case it
costs more, that way we don’t have to deal with insurance and all that. It’s
really been a long, bad day for me. I just need to get home,” I said
pathetically.
               The gentleman took less than half of the bills out of my
hand and smiled. “I really hope your day gets better, dear. Just promise me
you’ll watch where you’re going so you’ll get home safely,” he said, still
smiling.
               I assured him I would, happy this was much less of an
ordeal that it could have been. I apologized again and then rolled up my
window. I hastily drove back to my apartment. I was pissed off at Dillon for
leaving me this morning. Pissed off at Greyson for annoying me and expecting me
to meet him out for a date I never agreed to. Pissed off that I was all dressed
up and had nowhere to go. I pulled into the back of my apartment building and
huffed up the metal steps to my door.

 
    Chapter 3

 
               The week flew by uneventfully, which was nice. I had been
so busy the past few weeks with catering events, birthday parties, and summer
cook-outs, so I was happy to have a slow week. Michelle had contacted me with
rave reviews on my spread at the art gallery, and we negotiated our contract
for a couple other events in the upcoming months.
               I hadn’t heard from Dillon all week, which surprised me a
bit. I mean, I heard his speech loud and clear. But things were just starting
to get serious, so I thought he would still come back around after being apart
from me for a few days. Apparently I didn’t understand men too well.
               I was so relieved when Thursday morning rolled around,
because my best friend Addie finally returned from her romantic getaway. She
called me as soon as her plane landed, gushing about her vacation. I told her
all about the art gallery event and how we had picked up some additional events
from it. I knew she wasn’t coming into the bakery right away so she had some
time to recuperate from her trip, but we made plans to hang out that night with
the rest of our friends.
               As the evening