Kandace
It's Tuesday afternoon and the store is slow. I've taken advantage of having someone to carry and move things. Together, Dax and I have moved shelves and cleaned. I also asked him to put together some shelving I'd had at my folks'. The back room is more crowded, but most of the extra inventory is now available whenever I need it.
Dax looks as handsome as ever as he leans against the doorjamb between the back room and the office with his arms crossed over his chest. His long legs are clad in blue jeans, and he's wearing the blue t-shirt he'd worn at the softball game.
“I like your hair longer," I say.
He runs his long fingers through it. “I don't know. It was something different. Are you still planning to take Quintessential Treasures online?"
“I am."
“You're going to need
