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I left the tea shop around six in the evening, two hours before the shop closed. I left the last few herbs ready and also prepared tomorrow morning’s batch. It was early for me, and before this mess landed in my life, I stayed until closing time most days, since I had nothing to do, but tonight I was busy.
A chilly wind blew and I skipped the puddle in the sidewalk from an earlier rain, but the gray clouds seemed to be getting ready for another shower.
Killian waited for me in the parking lot, his frame leaned against my Corolla. He had changed from earlier, probably taken a shower too. Now, he wore dark jeans, a dark green Henley tee, and the thin, fitted suede jacket from before. Though he was borrowing money from the townspeople, he didn’t have any qualms about spending it.
As I
