The garage does not return to normal after Lily leaves.
It tries. For maybe thirty seconds, Julian hears tools moving again. An engine turns over in the second bay. Somebody rolls a cart across the concrete. The radio is still playing from somewhere near the back, and if he ignores the fact that every man in the building just watched him kiss Lily Moon through four glass walls, he could almost pretend the afternoon has gone back to normal.
Then Deacon speaks.
“Well. That escalated.”
Addison laughs, and Julian looks up from the folder he hasn't read a single word of since Lily walked out.
“Don't.”
That should be enough. It isn't.
Deacon is leaning against the nearest bay with the coffee Lily gave him still in his hand. “So that was your fiancée.”
“That was a customer.”
Someone laug
