Through the glass, my gaze locks with Jamie’s. Seriously? It’s like the universe keeps finding the worst time possible for me to run into him. I put my head down, hoping the glare on the glass hides me. If I just pretend I didn’t see him, maybe he’ll go away— Nope. I peek over at him. He’s at the coffee shop door. He’s opening it. Shit. Maybe he’s just getting a coffee. Nope. He’s heading toward me.
