LEXIE
NEXT MORNING
I pulled on my jacket, brushed my hair back into something presentable, and headed downstairs already thinking about coffee and, if the universe was kind, an almond pastry waiting for me at the bar.
Mia was behind the counter, sorting through the morning's mail, there was no sign of Chaos.
"Where's the boss man?" I asked, sliding onto my usual stool.
"Ran out early," Mia said, not looking up from an envelope she was frowning at. "Didn't say where."
I poured my own coffee, slightly deflated, and told myself firmly that I wasn't disappointed about the pastry situation, which was a lie I didn't even bother believing properly.
Crow wandered in a few minutes later, grease already on his hands despite it being barely past eight. "Morning," he said, grabbing a mug. "You
