As the next day was Saturday, work slowed down a bit, which meant I could catch up on the financial side of the business, as well as advertising and website management. Both Ingrid and I worked the same shift from eight until five, and typically treated ourselves to seriously good pizza from the Italian place ten minutes away.
She went to pick it up, deciding to forgo delivery, for some reason, which left me manning the front. I sipped coffee and checked over the deliveries scheduled for that afternoon when the front door opened, letting in cold air.
My eyes widened when I saw Donal Soames striding toward me, wearing a black button-down shirt and gray slacks. His gray jacket hung over his left arm, and his short black hair looked fricking perfect.
My brow furrowed as I discretely cleare
