Page 33 of Look for Me

“When do you get off work?”

Is he accepting me?Corinne couldn’t possibly fathom anyone on earth wanting her after all that she had done and been through.

Only God had taken her in, cleansed off her sins and stains, and forgiven her soul forever.

“I can’t.” Corinne walked back to the bench, grabbed her lunch bag, and went back into the chocolate shop.

Chapter Fifteen

Inside the shop, Corinne went back to work. Every now and then, she glanced at the front door to make sure that Martin didn’t walk in.

Or maybe to see if he would.

As the minutes and hours rolled by, Corinne lost hope that she would see Martin.

Oh well. Maybe I scared him off last Thursday when I fainted at the sight of him.

She chuckled.

“What’s the inside joke?” Erika leaned toward her as she walked by with a tub of homemade ice cream.

Corinne didn’t get a chance to answer her as more customers filed in.

Among them was…Nikos.

What is he doing here?

Corinne scanned the store to see if Sandra was around. The last thing Corinne wanted to do was cause trouble for Sandra. Corinne needed this job. A few more months, and she’d have enough to buy a car.

And then she would take Dahlia and run.

Nikos was accompanied by a few men in Hawaiian shirts, as if to blend in.

“Let’s get a few pounds of fudge for our deep-sea fishing trip,” Nikos said too loudly.

Corinne wondered if she should assume that Nikos was really going deep-sea fishing or whether he meant some other type of fishing.

“May I help you?” Erika put down the ice cream tub and looked at the customers.

Nikos pointed to Corinne. “Let her take care of me.”

Erika opened her mouth to protest. “I can…”

Corinne stepped over, smiled to Erika, and sent her off to help other customers. When she turned back toward Nikos, she spotted the new hire—who had filled in for her on Sunday—helping other customers. Corinne tried to remember her name. Pamela or something.

“Do we get samples around here?” Nikos laughed.

“Yes, sir.” Corinne showed them the array of fudge next to the ice cream bar. “Which would you like to try?”

“The sweetest ones are the most delicious,” Nikos said.

The hair on Corinne’s arms stood up, and she felt warm all of a sudden. The warmth of seething anger.

Forgive me, Lord. This man should be in jail.

In fact, both Flavian and Nikos should be in jail for what they did to me.

And yet Corinne could not think of how she was going to get justice.

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