Piper had just finished ringing up her last customer, putting the receipt and a flyer for the fundraiser into a paper bag, when Scarlett strode into the shop. Immediately, Piper knew she was in trouble. Not just because Scarlett had done up her makeup and hair—signaling that they both had very different intentions for their meeting—but also because Scarlett was wearing the shirt that Piper had given her for her birthday not long after they first slept together. And her pants were so tight that Piper’s eyes had started tracing her curves before she fully realized what she was doing.
Pull yourself together, she scolded herself, forcing her gaze north and fixating somewhere in the neutral territory of Scarlett’s cheek.
Pull yourself togetherBut she was too late. Scarlett was already smiling
