Teagan couldn’t believe how happy he was. He woke up without a pit of dread in his stomach, though it was four a.m. He arrived at the inn without tension in his shoulders. He worked with a smile way down in his soul, especially when Gwen came in, caught his eye, and smiled.
A rush of humiliation filled him each time that happened, but as one morning faded into another, that feeling started to lessen.
So he’d made a mistake. It wasn’t his first one, by any means. “Now all you need to do is figure out how to not make another one,” he muttered to himself. “Especially with Gwen.”
“What?” Gordon asked, and Teagan startled in his meal prep for breakfast, which would begin in fifteen minutes.
“Nothing,” Teagan said, heat rising to his face. Of course he knew he wasn’t alone. He just forgot so
