The bell over the front door chimes and I look over. Max—lovely, tousle-haired, sleepy-eyed Max—walks in, and I swear to god I almost cry in relief. I smile at him as I walk around the end of the counter. “Holy shit, thank god,” I say, reaching out and pulling his face to me with my hands on his cheeks. He huffs a startled breath against my lips as I kiss him, and puts a hand on my waist.
