I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her arms had felt around me on the bike.
All through service the memory sat under my skin like a brand. Every time Lily moved past the pass I caught the faint scent of the coastal wind still clinging to her hair. Every time she laughed with a customer I remembered the soft weight of her pressed against my back for that entire ride. The overlook. The second I almost brushed the hair from her face and didn’t.
Mateo noticed. He always noticed.
“You two finally gonna stop dancing around it?” he asked under his breath while we plated the last of the specials.
“Drop it.”
He grinned and kept working. The rest of the staff had the same look. The magazine photo was taped to the wall near the schedule now. Someone had drawn little hearts around it in red m
