Chapter 7
Trust? Did I trust him? I barely trusted myself. I met him a week ago. Yet for some reason I found myself whispering, “Yes.”
He held out his hand. “Give me your keys. I’ll check everything out and put a sign on the door so your customers know you’ll be back open tomorrow.”
“Kendall.”
His eyebrows raised in a question. “Who?”
“Kendall. She’s a high school student, a senior, who works for me in the afternoons. She doesn’t have keys though because I’m always there.”
Max paused and rubbed his chin. The sound of his fingers brushing over the whiskers brought my body to attention in a strange way. Heat swelled through me and my n*****s stood on end like they expected the same treatment, the same brush of his fingers.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to focus on anything o
