Chad was off, so I hadn’t bothered with my normal beauty routine. I was on dish duty, a job I actually enjoyed because I could listen to music and get away from the crowd. It was raining tonight and both Main Street and the beachfront were deserted. More than likely we would close early. I was rushing through the dishes, soaking myself with the water. The humidity was ruthless. I had stepped back to check the wrapping over my new tat when I looked up to see Chad coming through the back door. His black t-shirt was soaked and his ball cap was dripping wet from the downpour outside. He had never looked better and I had to catch the gasp in my throat before he heard it and then silently cursed myself for not bothering with my new beauty regiment. I dropped my shirt when he paused to stare at my exposed tummy and the black wrap over my ribs. I was wearing worn out, torn jeans and an oversized t-shirt with The Joint logo on it, my hair tucked into a cap. My face was flushed from the heat. I looked like a total mess.
