Just when it seems Emma Daniel has finally managed to piece herself back together, life threatens to rip her apart. Again.
Add a coffee shop, an almost hit-and-run, and one very hot, very stubborn Cuban-American with secrets of his own, and you've g...
Emma headed down the crowded airport corridor with her head barely high enough to see directly in front of her. Her fingers strummed along to the rhythm of the song playing through her earphones, but in truth, the poor girl was barely holding it together.
Emma felt hollow inside, like a piece of her had been forcefully ripped out the minute she'd heard Derek say he was marrying Audrey. For years, she'd hoped never to see the day her father got remarried. She'd held on to the possibility that one day, her parents might work things out, and her broken family could be whole again.
No such luck. Derek had put a ring on it, and now all those possibilities had flown through the window like a bird uncaged.
"Songbird, that you?" a male voice asked from Emma's left. She looked up, straightening her glasses as she looked to see where the voice was coming from.
"Over here."
Emma tried to place the vaguely familiar young man approaching her. In this day and age, there were criminals everywhere. One had to be sure.
"Have we met?" she offered politely.
The sandy brown haired young man laughed.
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"Come on, Songbird. It's only been four days. I can still remember your screaming your lungs out to Pitbull at the intersection."
"Oh! You!"
"Yeah, me," he replied with a grin. "Nice to see you again."
"I am so sorry you ever had to hear that."
"No big deal. You've got decent pipes." Intersection Boy checked his phone, before looking back at her. "What time's your flight?"
"In an hour and a half."
"Great," he said, smiling widely. "Do you wanna grab lunch? I'd love to see what else Songbird has to offer."
"It's Emma, actually," said Emma quietly. "And sure. Food always cheers me up."
"Hey, Joseph! Think fast!"
The football came hurtling across the field at breakneck speed. Ryder barely saw it out of the corner of his eye, but instinctively his body moved and he caught the ball with a single swift movement.
"What was that for?" He yelled from the bleachers. "Trying to test me or something?"
