Chapter Twenty-Two
Russell
“I don't know,” Janet said. She looked over at me, c*****g her head to the side. “Why are you asking?”
“Paisley's my roommate, and I work with her,” I said, shifting my shoulders slightly.
Janet narrowed her eyes. “You're being nosy. That's not really a guy thing.”
“Sorry to break it to you, but you're nosy.”
Janet shrugged unabashedly. “I am, but that's my thing. I run a coffee shop, and I have to stay up to speed on any rumors. I consider myself the unofficial mother of everyone who comes in here.”
I recognized Graham's laughter as he approached from behind me. “That you do. Does Russell need some mothering?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, my own mother does plenty. Not that I mind you mothering me,” I rushed to add.
Janet grinned. “I know you don’t. You’re a
