Chapter 111

Sitting in the little Italian bistro I knew Brock loved the next day, I waited patiently for him to show up. Checking the time on my phone, I noted that he was already twenty minutes late for when we said to meet. I took Scar's advice and reached out to him and offered to take him to lunch on me so that we could talk. Clearly, we see how well it's going already. The waitress gave me a sympathetic look when passing for the third time to fill my water glass. She probably thought I was waiting for a guy to show up for a date. About fifteen minutes later, I was quietly seething with anger as I decided I was done waiting for him to show up. I threw my phone into my purse before searching for my keys, jerking things around as my anger only continued to grow. "Hey! Sorry, I lost track of time!" Brock panted out before pulling his chair back with a loud screech and plopping down. I glared at him less than impressed as he took a few large gulps of his water.