Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“Um,” he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Where’s the fucking car?” I snap. “She uh…” A bad feeling crawls off the concrete and up my legs. “She what?” I don’t stop until I’m right in front of Rodrigo, and he won’t meet my eyes. “She. What,” I repeat, my anger building. “Shit, man.” He turns and grabs something off the bench behind him before holding it out to me. Slowly, I take the plain paper bag, and the keys for my Charger. I look inside the bag, seeing a couple of sandwiches in clear wrap. My brain is slow to put it all together. “What is this?” I ask the question, worried I already know the answer. “Where did you get this?” “She gave them to me,” he lets out an uncomfortable breath. “When?” He finally looks up at me, “When she left your office.” “When she left my office,” I repeat, like the biggest moron ever. “Yeah. Look, it’s none of my business what happened between you two, but she was pretty upset.” He makes a face. “I don’t do well with crying women.” Crying women.