When the front door of the shop opened, Mirabelle expected to see Kara’s next appointment or the woman herself since Kara had rushed out half an hour before to grab a fresh supply of ink before her client arrived.
What Mirabelle didn’t expect to see was a man who made her spine tingle with the urge to flee for her life.
She was sat perched on the edge of the small table in Kara’s waiting area. Just mere seconds before, Mirabelle had been both bored and antsy as she waited for her friend to get back. Now she would have gladly gone back to that.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the folder she had been perusing to pass the time. It was a thick binder with several of Kara’s custom designs for her clients to pick from. Mirabelle had even been contemplating picking one for hersel
