Page 6 of Tattered
The door dings as I pull it open. Andi steps out of the back room with a box in her hands, peeking her eyes around the corner to see who it is.
“Hey, I was wondering when you’d be back.”
Chris rolls his chair backward from where he works when he realizes it’s me.
“About fucking time!” he shouts.
My day has been non-stop since I woke up early this morning to catch my flight home from California. I had planned on stopping by Tattered knowing I have a busy week ahead catching up on appointments I had to reschedule around my trip, on top of working at the bar this weekend with Nadia.
My thoughts are still caught up in what just happened that it takes me a minute to catch up.
Flashing Chris my middle finger, I saunter into my room on the other side of the shop, just needing a moment to collect myself. My heart feels like it’s beating again for the first time since I last saw Maverick, and it’s terrifying.
