Chapter 11

Denise’s POV

A few days after I had told Ingrid about Ethan, Fabian came by the coffee shop. I had bought some furniture and was installing the last of it in the hall so that people could actually sit and enjoy a cup of coffee.

As I set the last chair down, he came in wearing a sheepish expression. I was confused. He had made it pretty clear that he wanted nothing to do with me the last time he came over, so I didn’t understand why he was standing in front of me.

“Uh, hi,” he said, making me look at him as if he was crazy.

“Hello?” I answered, even though it sounded more like a question.

“I’d really like for us to talk if you don’t mind,” he said uncertainly. Seeing him practically decomposed in front of me made me feel good.

“Sure,” I acquiesced. I was probably very stupid for doing that, but I was very curious to hear what he had to say.

I led him to one of the tables at the very end of the hall. Both the bookstore and coffee shop were clo