Page 49 of Breaking the Rules
Leighton was always into it. Into him, I guess.
It's hard to blame her. He's super-hot. Tall and lean with lush curly hair and intense blue eyes. Like Hunter's.
Not that I'm thinking about Hunter's eyes.
He's just right there.
In Brendon's usual suite.
Tattooing something onto a pretty brunette's wrist. She looks up at him like he's the only person who can comfort her.
Which is normal.
Women are usually looking for comfort when they get tattoos. Guys are usually trying to act like it doesn't hurt.
I'm used to watching the guys flirt.
It shouldn't bother me.
I shouldn't care that Hunter is flirting back.
"Hey, Em." Leighton's wave is big. Friendly. She moves out from behind the counter to hug me. "I'll get out of your way."
"There's plenty of room." I set my backpack on the counter. Move straight to the shop's Keurig. Fix a cup of medium roast.
Too much coffee is a bad idea. Kaylee is always reminding me, reminding herself really, that excess caffeine leads to anxiety.
But I'm running on four hours of sleep.
I need the energy.
Especially if I want to stay on top of Hunter.
I try to keep my attention on thedrip, drip, dripof the coffee machine, but it keeps drifting back to Hunter.
To his sandy brown hair.
His broad shoulders.
His strong back.
He's just so…
His arms look so safe. Do they feel like that too?
What the hell does that feel like?
I don't remember.
It's been too long.
Finally, my coffee finishes. I add a packet of cream. Half a packet of sugar in the raw.
Mmm. It's not as good as the stuff Hunter made this morning, but it's still sweet, creamy, rich caffeine.
I take my seat behind the counter. Make small talk with Leighton as I settle in for the afternoon.
There isn't a ton to do. I keep the shop clean and stocked. I schedule appointments, send reminder emails and phone calls, update the shop's social media.
