Saint:
The morning was perfect, the warmth of the kitchen and the smell of pancakes filling the air. I could feel the tension in the air between us, the way Shay looked at me and the way I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It was easy to pretend for a moment that nothing else mattered.
But then, just as I was about to grab my own plate, my phone rang. I didn’t even need to look at it to know who it was.
"s**t," I muttered under my breath, knowing I couldn’t ignore the call. I glanced over at Shay, who was still sitting there, watching me, and answered.
"Yeah?"
There was a brief exchange on the other end, something about the shop needing me—something I had to take care of ASAP. I wasn’t happy about it. I hated being pulled away, especially when everything felt so damn good in the momen
