Emma
I stared at the same invoice for almost five minutes before finally admitting I had no idea what it said.
The numbers were there. Parts, labor, tax. Nothing complicated. I had entered invoices like this dozens of times since Jake hired me, but every time an engine growled outside the shop, my eyes jumped to the front windows.
Derek was gone.
I knew that.
Nash had checked the street twice. Raven had checked once herself, although she’d claimed she was only going outside because she needed fresh air.
Still, my body hadn’t gotten the message.
I pushed away from the desk.
“I need to get my stuff.”
Jake looked up from where he stood across the office going over something with Nash. “What stuff?”
“My room.”
His expression changed immediately.
“No.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
Nash
