“Your shift’s over.” Heather smacked a towel on my butt. When I turned around to glare, she gave me a crooked grin and wiggled her eyebrows. “Your dreamboat’s here anyway.”
Oh.
The fight in me subsided. I was ready to argue with her since it wasn’t closing and I hadn’t worked Friday, but when I looked over, all of that turned into a gushy mess. Mason had stepped through the door with a look of intent on his face. That made me pause. As he made his way through the tables to our back corner, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Confidence and power rippled from him. I couldn’t fault the other girls who stopped and watched him as well. He was beautiful.
“Disgusting.” Heather shook her head. “You’re both disgusting.”
“He’s early. Did you call him?”
“I might’ve.” She winked at me before she grabb
