The second Shawn stepped through the door, my stomach twisted into knots.
I had been laughing with Kat between orders, wiping down the bar when the door swung open. A gust of cold air blew in with him, but it wasn’t the temperature that made my blood run ice cold.
It was the way he looked at me.
Like he still had some claim. Like I was something he had misplaced and come to retrieve.
I stiffened, gripping the rag in my hand as he sauntered up to the bar. He sat down, all arrogance and control, like he hadn’t completely shattered my world just over a week ago.
*"What do you want, Shawn? I'm trying to work."* My voice came out steadier than I felt.
*"You know what I like, Shay baby."*
That nickname. It made my skin crawl. He said it like nothing had changed. Like I hadn’
