June's POV
Nash was like a breath of fresh air after my interaction with JJ. He understood me, knew me, and protected me. His presence eased my nerves, anxieties, and crazy thoughts, whereas JJ strung me up with insecurities, doubts, and frustration. He pushed my buttons and knew nothing real about me. Yet when I thought of that painting at the nook, I couldn't help but feel that maybe I didn't know the real JJ either. He was a mystery begging to be solved.
I quickly showered and began cooking dinner. Fully distracted with thoughts of JJ and Nash, I almost burned our supper. Dad came down just as I made our plates, none the wiser to my troubles. He only ever saw the minor details when it came to a crime, not his daughter. Otherwise, he would have noticed my loneliness just like Nash. H
