CHAPTER 15
MIAI glanced at the time on my phone and walked into Dunkin’, scanning the room to see if Serena was here yet. When I didn’t see her, I grabbed two coffees from the barista and found a table for us.
My talk with Mr. Bryne had taken longer than I’d expected it to. I planned to be there for fifteen minutes at the most. Though it might’ve been awkward between us, Mr. Bryne could talk. I’d ended up leaving the assisted living center at two p.m.—just enough time to gather my things back at home and get here.
We’d talked about everything we could. He told me embarrassing stories of Michael when he was younger and gave me some pictures from a photo album of Michael when he was in college. And, Lord, when I saw those pictures, I nearly died. I’d snagged myself a hottie.
I grinned an
