Chapter 19
Raine had also mentioned that Don might possibly look good in red. At least it wasn’t flannel. He didown shirts that weren’t.
He’d tidied up the beard but not totally shaved. He liked it; Raine maybe kind of liked it. Judging from comments.
He caught himself trying to check his reflection, between customers, in various shiny surfaces. He told himself sternly to stop. Not like the tall brown scruffiness was going to get better
Maybe he should’ve found time for a haircut. Or not. If Raine liked it this length.
He accidentally iced a coconut mocha that was meant to be hot. His fingers, holding the mug, couldn’t help stray bits of power. Restless. Full of imminent possibility, energy, a promise of Indian food and Raine’s company.
He remade the mocha, with better control. He made himself do his job.
The storm dwindled down into mist, foggy and damp.