JJ
Tuesday arrived with far less drama than I expected.
No angry phone calls from Havoc.
No mysterious dandelion puff waiting on my windowsill. No anonymous messages.
Just another morning at the shop.
By the time ten o’clock rolled around, I’d almost convinced myself I’d imagined the strange little knot of disappointment that had followed me around all weekend.
Almost.
The bell over the front door chimed.
I looked up automatically.
Nixx stepped inside wearing jeans, boots, and a charcoal-gray Henley beneath his leather cut. His sleeve peeked from beneath one rolled cuff, the unfinished tattoo disappearing beneath the fabric exactly where we’d left off last week.
He caught my eye and smiled.
“Morning.”
“Morning.”
Something inside my chest loosened before I could stop it.
Reli
