Sara Michaels
The café lights were still glowing warm behind us when Ruby and I stepped outside.
The night air hit my face...cooler now, carrying that faint smell of rain that hadn’t fallen yet. Kingsley was already at the counter paying for Mariah’s food, his broad back to us, talking quietly to the cashier. I watched him for a second, the way he smiled politely, the way he thanked her like it mattered. Simple things. Kind things.
Ruby nudged me with her elbow. “You’re staring,” she whispered, grinning.
I flushed. “Shut up.”
She laughed softly. “He’s hot. And he’s clearly into you. Don’t pretend you didn’t notice.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but my phone buzzed in my purse.
I pulled it out. "Tom."
The name on the screen made everything inside me freeze.
The warmth from Kingsley
