I waited another hour before leaving. I had to text Jett and let him know I would be late. My excuse was lame – finishing up at work – but I didn’t feel like telling him the truth. This was a business transaction, not a relationship, so I knew he didn’t want to hear it. I’d deal with Shae myself; it was all I could do.
When I finally arrived at the coffee shop, I realized that I didn’t have a very good idea of who I was looking for. Yes, I knew he had great abs and tattoos, but that was about it.
Biting my lip, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text.
Here. Where are you?
It took only a second to get a reply. Sitting outside. Very last table on the left.
I went inside the shop and out the back, searching for the last table and—
I froze. There were a half a dozen tables, some
