“They don’t need to honor me, Kylie.”
“They want to. Because of Castile Properties, they can keep their programs running. It might not be a big deal to you, Wes, but it is to them. You will be there, and you will enjoy it!” she spoke through gritted teeth before leaving my office.
Great. I was positive Sam was going to be there, and I didn’t think I could handle seeing her.
“You’re fucked.” Finn walked into my office and shut the door.
Turning my chair around, I stared at him.
“Kylie just told me about the homecoming game where you’re being honored. How are you going to handle that with Sam there?”
“I don’t know.”
“The school, and a homecoming game, isn’t the place to get into with her. I hope you know that.”
“I’m not getting into anything with her. With any luck, she won’t show when she hears I’ll be there.”
“Or she’ll make it her mission to be there just to spite you. Who knows, maybe she’ll tell you off again. I hope she does. I want to watch.”
“Enough, Finn.”
“No, Wes. This is bullshit!”
“What’s bullshit is you not minding your own business.” I pointed.
“You’re like my brother. Everything you do is my business. Especially when you fuck up the best thing that has ever happened to you. I warned you, buddy.”
“I know you did. Drop it.”
“Consider it dropped.” He walked out of my office.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Weston
“Pull over and park here,” I said to Ben. “I need to grab a coffee before heading back to the office.”
Ben pulled up to the curb and placed the car in park. Climbing out, I walked a few feet down to the coffee shop. The same one when I first laid eyes on Sam. Stepping through the door, I was shocked that there wasn’t a line.
“What can I get started for you?” the barista behind the counter asked.
“A large Americano, please.”
“One Americano coming up.”
I paid the barista and stepped to the side, waiting for my coffee. After retrieving it, I turned around to leave just as Sam walked through the door. My heart nearly escaped my chest when I saw her. Our eyes locked, and she quickly turned around and left. I went after her. Why? I didn’t know.
“Sam, wait.”
She stopped and turned to me. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun with a few strands of waves aroundher face. She looked as beautiful as ever, except for one thing. She looked very tired and thinner.
“What do you want, Wes?”
“How are you?”
“Seriously?” She shoved her hands into her coat pocket.
“I just want to know how you’re doing,” I said.