Chapter 1Jace Villin glanced at the clock and opened another email. He didn’t mind working in customer service—emails were the best way of communication, and Andrea, his boss, never asked or hinted of wanting him to work the phones. It was for the best. He didn’t do phones, unless he texted, of course.
He smiled as he read the email, a woman wanting a refund, and replied. He only used part of the copy and paste templates. They were so impersonal and he wanted the customers to know a real person was reading their emails.
“Jace.”
He blinked at Felicity. “Hi.” Looking at the clock again, he frowned. They shared a desk. He worked the early shift, she worked the evening shift, and she never arrived a minute early. “What are you doing here?” It was still forty-five minutes until she was to ta
