I held the mirror and stared at it, unable to tear my eyes away from it.
I hadn’t said a word.
“You don’t hate it, do you?” Jeff asked, a nervousness in his voice that I’d never heard before.
I reached up and touched his cheek, leaning forward. “I love it,” I said, and kissed him. On the lips. In the middle of my shop.
When we finally broke apart, we stared at each other for a second; then he grinned as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed against each other. He moved in to kiss me again, but pulled back abruptly and said, “So I guess we’ve got a thing, huh, Kavanaugh.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
Also by Karen E. Olson
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Driven to Ink
Pretty in Ink
The Missing Ink
Annie Seymour Mysteries
Sacred Cows
Secondhand Smoke
Dead of the Day
Shot Girl