Chapter 6
Life went back to normal. I worked on my designs and tried to keep up with everything else. The familiar routine of it was comforting. I wanted more, but after years of drama with Noah, I’d come to enjoy the peace of the way things had been the past few months.
Okay, I wasn’t entirely enjoying it. I was frustrated that Alamo hadn’t so much as asked me to grab coffee. His gaze lingered often enough that either he was studying me like I was an insect or he liked the look of me, but he did nothing about it. So when I finally ran into him at the parking lot of Whiskey & Wolves bar alone, I stepped in his path.
“How are you?”
He looked at me, expressions on his face changing so rapidly that I didn’t know what to think. After an awkward moment, he said, “I’m good.”
“You seem busy.
