Chapter Fifteen
Remy
Rachel stood by the counter in front of the station. Even though we had an audience, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was so f*****g sexy and beautiful. Her glossy hair was pulled into a ponytail, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes bright. She wore a T-shirt over fitted fleece leggings.
I presumed she’d just been running. When I studied her eyes for a moment, I knew she’d been crying. A mix of anger and vulnerability was contained in her gaze with a hint of desire flashing in the depths as we stared at each other.
Beck’s voice snapped through the weighted silence between us. “Well, I’m gonna head out back. When’s your shift over?” he asked, glancing to Maisie.
When I looked in their direction, Maisie’s curious gaze was bouncing between Rachel and me. Belate
