Page 66 of Every Broken Promise
I was his best friend, and that was it. Tyler Kane didn’t want me—not like that.
“Fuck,”I hissed as I bumped into someone.
I immediately straightened and looked to see who I had bumped into. The first thing I noticed was the cow scrubs, followed by dark hair and reddish highlights.
“Watch where you’re going,” the girl spat at me as she bent to pick her stuff.
“Ohmigod, Luna, I’m so sorry,” I said once I recognized her.
She lifted her head, and then once she recognized me, she smiled at me. That was Luna for you. She was not one to take people’s shit which made her come off as a bit bitchy, but once you got to know her she was cool as hell.
“Astrid, long time no see,” she replied.
Luna was Lupe’s daughter. She had been a junior when I was a freshman. We had cooking class together, and she was a great partner. I didn’t know the first thing about cooking, but she did.
“How have you been? You left after high school. I didn’t think you’d be back,” I confessed.
“I had a scholarship at a small little school. I would’ve been a fool not to take it.”
“Nursing?” I asked based on her outfit.
“Noooo, I am not a people person,” she replied. “Vet technician.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Do you work at the clinic with Mr. Piers?”
“Yes, he has me running all over the nearby counties. Spring season is exhausting.”
“No wonder I haven’t seen you at the bakery,” I told her.
Luna sighed.
“I help my mom twice a month, or else she’d never get a break.”
She used to work at the bakery after school. I could tell she wasn’t happy about it. I imagined a lot of kids whose parents owned mom-and-pop shops were probably in the same boat. Ty had his brothers lend a hand, and Luna was alone. The shop did okay, but that was because they didn’t have to pay a full staff.
“Do you get a break?” I asked softly.
“I do,” she said with a small smile. “Do you want to get something? Mama said she madebolillos, so I was thinking about making myself a sandwich for work.”
What the hell? I was alreadylatelate. Maybe if I made one for Ronnie, he wouldn’t be as pissed.
“Sure,” I told her as I followed her next door.
She put her stuff on the counter and then turned to me.
“Did you like the hot chocolate?” she asked.
Confusion must have been written all over my face because she kept going.
“Tyler practically begged me to make him some a few weeks back…”
“Oh,” I managed to say at her admission. “It was really good. Thank you.”
I recovered quickly, but her words shook me. I didn’t want to think about him, but it was hard not to when I was being reminded of him every five minutes.
“I take it you two finally got together?” she went on as she grabbed some tongs and a pan to put the fresh bread in.
My cheeks instantly flamed. “No.”
