In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

For everyone looking for their happy. I hope you know how brave you are.

She’s sitting at the bar when I walk in, summer heat thick and oppressive at my back. My shirt clings to my skin, and her eyes cling everywhere else—a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

She turns in her stool as the door snaps shut and looks right at me like I’ve kept her waiting. A tilt to her brow like she’s pissed about it too.