Rand grabbed his bag and pulled it over his shoulder.“He said he was coming.” I looked at the clock. The shop closed early on Wednesdays, and it was a little after eight.“I have a feeling that’s always his plan,” Rand smirked, and I furrowed my brow.“You’re disgusting.” I threw a pen at him, and he ducked in the nick of time.He laughed. “Am I?” He titled his head to the side and let his eyes run along the length of my frame. “That man gets you, Tiff, I can tell. You blush every time he walks in here or texts you. Hun, if he batted for my team, I’d let him do whatever he wanted. No. Hard. Limits.”“Rand, get the hell out of here.” I tried to sound angry and shocked, but my giggle erupted anyway.“See you tomorrow. Behave and drive safely. This weather sucks.”The front door chimed and I waved, “Bye, babe. You be careful, too, please.”“Every day of my life.” He waved back.I walked over and locked the door. The windows were fogged from the heat of the shop.
