By the time Willow came downstairs the following morning, she'd already decided she wasn't going to let yesterday repeat itself.
She couldn't have been more wrong. She found that out within the first ten minutes.
Cole was behind the bar before she could even flip the sign to OPEN, humming something under his breath while he restocked the napkin holders like he'd worked there for years. No one would believe he just started yesterday.
Tyler, on the other hand, stood near the front window, arms crossed, eyes already sweeping the street outside with the same unhurried alertness he'd had throughout yesterday.
Willow told herself she wasn't going to watch them. She lasted about four minutes before she caught herself doing exactly that — tracking the easy rhythm of Cole's movements, the way
