7
Before starting work the next morning, I headed down the alley to the local coffee shop, On What Grounds?. The owner, Julie, manned the cash register. My eyes skimmed past her and went to Rusty at the espresso machine, taking in his spiky black hair, round glasses, and muscular frame. When I first moved to town, Rusty asked me out, and we went to the movies. It was a nice enough evening, but I wound up believing that he wasn’t remotely interested in me.
Fast forward a year: When Olive got accused of murder last month, Rusty was the one who helped me explore my powers so we could prove she was innocent. I’d enjoyed spending time with him. Then, while working undercover together, we’d kissed. It had been nice. And followed by absolutely zero reason to believe it had been anything other t
