CHAPTER 20
NED POINTED OUT the photo, and Emmy snapped a picture of it on her phone. He was right—it was a nice bike. If things had been different, I could have been riding around on the back with my arms wrapped tightly around Ben’s waist. A tear escaped at the thought, and I wiped it away before Emmy noticed.
“Can I offer you a coffee?” I asked as we pulled into the driveway at home.
“I wouldn’t say no. My caffeine levels are already dropping.”
Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any more awkward, it did. “Oh, sh...sugar.”
“What?”
I pointed at the Jaguar parked on the drive, the same model as my father drove but green instead of maroon. “Gregory’s here.”
“Who’s Gregory?”
I shouldn’t have sighed in resignation the way I did—after all, Gregory was a perfectly nice man—but I co
