“You know there was a reason I didn’t show up that night, don’t you? It was completely out of my control, Robyn. I would never have...”

She held up her hand. “It’s ancient history.”

He snapped his mouth shut, wondering if Rick had been right. Was this about making him pay for what he’d done all those years ago?

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m not looking for revenge, either. I’ve moved on from it.” She slid back from the table and stood, grabbing her tray. “We’re not kids anymore, Troy. I don’t believe in playing those kinds of childish games. And, besides, I wasn’t the one who hired you. I didn’t even know we’d taken you on until you showed up. So your little ego trip has been wasted. I simply haven’t thought that much about you since all those years ago.”

“Fair enough.” He looked up, meeting her gaze. “But do you believe in second chances?”

She narrowed her eyes as if studying him to test his sincerity. “Only when the situation warrants it.” She turned and carried her tray to the return point. Once she’d deposited her dishes in the proper place, she strode out of the café without a single backward glance.

Alone at the table, Troy slid his tray away from him.

Now the question is whether I warrant a second chance.