Morgan's face turned a deep shade of red as she looked down at her shoes. "I spent two-hundred dollars on gift cards alone. If both people are happy, what does it matter if I mixed up theirdates?"
"So, you're only giving refunds to those peoplewhoask?"
Morgan nodded, also avoiding eye-contact.
Harmony couldn't help but ask, "Did Pax request arefund?"
Morgan looked up and smiled. "No, he had fun on his date. He didn't realize I'd mixed up the information. It was his match who complained." She stopped and looked off into space. "Or, not-his-match, I guess. He was really chill about the wholething."
"Even when he found out you werewrong?"
Morgan nodded. "He's excited tomeetyou."
Well, that was good since they were the realmatch.
"Did…" Harmony took a long, deep breath. "Did Dominick request a refund?" She wasn't entirely sure she wanted the answer to that question. Had he been as miserable as she had been? The only difference would be when he looked back at the evening, he would know he gave ithisbest.
Another wave of guilt hit her as she thought about the way she'dacted.
Morgan pursed her lips and shook her head. "Nope. I even offered to set him up with his real match, but he said hewasdone."
Done.
She'd broken him. Harmony had broken Dominick, and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't have his number. Unfortunately, that was one of the things Morgan had gotten "right" in Harmony’s date packet. The number she had belongedtoPax.
Unless Dominick came in for coffee again—which she highly doubted at this point—Harmony wouldn't have a chance to apologize. She knew she could always ask Morgan for his number, but how could she do something like that when she had a date with Pax coming up? She'd look like the worst kind ofperson.
Harmony wasn't sure what to say. And really, what was there to say? She felt horrible for everything. She knew Morgan felt horrible abouteverything.
Thankfully, Harmony was saved from having to come up with anything by the most unladylike curse coming from Morgan. Harmony's head snapped up to see if she was okay. "He's here. I'm sorry!" Morgan ran to the backroom, leaving Harmonyconfused.
Who was here? Dominick? She looked up at the front door, trying her best to act casual and noteager.
But it wasn't Dominick. It wasDeclan.
The source of all of Morgan's troubles. He was one of the winners of the massive coffee shop giveaways, and the guy who wrote that hurtful article. For some reason, Harmony had a feeling they'd be seeing a lot of him in thecomingdays.
Harmony put on her best I'm-happy-to-be-dealing-with-customers smile and welcomed Declan. "What can I get startedforyou?"
"I know she's here," he answeredsimply.
She tilted her head. "I don't know who you're talking about. Can I start a drinkforyou?"
Declan rubbed a hand over his face. His green eyes looked tired. His dark hair was legitimately messy—not just styled that way. "I literally watched her run intotheback."
Harmony knew there was no denying it, but had given it her best shot anyway. With about twenty feet between the front door and the counter, there was no way he hadn't spotted her when he came in. All three of themknewit.
Harmony crossed her arms and smirked. "If you saw her run into the back, then I shouldn't have to spell it out for you. Morgan doesn't want toseeyou."
"Please," Declan said, his voice a breathy plea. "I just need to talktoher."
She shrugged. This was so not her problem. "I’m sorry if she doesn't want to talktoyou."
Declan shook his head and started to walk out, without ordering a drink, when he stopped and faced Harmony. "Have you ever made amistake?"
Harmony pursed her lips. She thought of her date with Dominick andnodded.
"Yeah, me too. And I feel crappy about it. I'm only looking to make amends with Morgan, not humiliate her further. Can you tell her that,please?"
