T-shirts. No jewelry. No makeup. Her once-perfect nails were chipped, her high heel
lung to his back with sweat, and a smudge of black streaked across his cheekbone. He had that rough kind of go
girl," he said flatly,
"No. I'm... he
eyebrow. "You
rms. "Do I look l
You look like you've never
t I can learn. I'm not here to
ce. Then another voice
who's o
s she wants to wor
rged, wiping his hands. "You
ded. "Ye
ean, run errands, maybe help with the register. You don
derst
Jayden. "She's y
roaned.
Lana regrett
absolutely no idea how to log customer receipts. She'd knocked over a tray of bolts, spilled br
mix of disbelief and amuse
not that I was a pr
Tok challenge, princess. This is a real shop. Real wo
say anything
ed and w
ide the shop, sweat clinging to the back of her neck. Her hand
in days, she felt som
ngry. Di
arette but didn't smoke it. Just held it between his fingers, looking out ov
uit," he said
aid softly.
omething,
at in
hat remained was the slow rhythm of traffic a
rincess," sh
glanced
mitted. "But that girl
Good. She wouldn'
et his
of the
between them-someth
ship. Not
recog
rst piece of something solid in a wo