I wiped down the last table and tossed the rag back into the bucket, sighing as I leaned against the counter.
Lucy—the little dog who’d wandered into my life like she owned the place—was curled up at my feet, her fluffy tail lazily swishing against the floor.
“Are you really just going to sit there all day?” I asked, glancing toward Aron, who was perched by the window with a cup of coffee in hand.
“I could be doing something else,” he replied with that infuriatingly calm smile, his glacier-blue eyes reflecting the sunlit street behind him. “But right now, I’d rather be here—with Lucy.”
Lucy perked up at the sound of her name but didn’t move.
Ever since I took her to get spayed a few weeks back, she hadn’t left my little café. Temporary care turned into a permanent stay. And somehow, s
