Willow’s P.O.V.
The steam floated off the top of my cup of coffee. I lifted it to my mouth and took a small sip, savoring the taste. My mind ran in a constant state of motion since I ran into Jessie yesterday. Working with him brought back so many memories. As much as I hated him for leaving, it disappeared being near him. I’m mad at myself for letting him have this effect on me.
Even with a walking boot on, Jessie outworked most people. I saw he struggled with doing various things because he always got an annoyed expression on his face when it happened. I never once offered to help him. Not out of spite, but because I knew he’d never accept it. He’s a stubborn man, much like his father. I believe that’s why they butt heads so much. I caught myself staring at him a few times. Watching th
