GINGER
When we arrived in Salem and finally parked, I stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath, readying myself. "Goddess, I feel sick," I whispered.
"What was that?" Tyce asked.
"Nothing," I replied. The ease I'd felt in the car had dissipated, and I was left feeling nauseous, my palms sweaty and my throat dry. I can do this, I can do this.
Tyce took my hand in his and we walked toward the shop. I couldn't lie—his hand had an instant calming effect on me. "It's nice being able to hold your hand and not worry about who might see us." Tyce gave me such a sweet smile.
"Now look who's hurting my teeth," I responded, but secretly loved it, my heart fluttering.
I was dismayed to find Helena at the register when we made it inside the shop. Her eyes instantly fell on our hands. And some
