Beck POV
It was a little after two. I had a case on the back counter and my arm in the cooler, and I figured it was Walt.
Then her scent reached me.
I looked up so fast that I cracked my elbow on the cooler door.
She was standing just inside, with her keys in one hand and her wallet in the other. Her hair was still damp. She had no jacket and no apron. Her jaw was set, her eyes were too bright, and she was breathing like she had walked the whole mile hard.
I knew that look. She'd had it on my truck seat a week ago. She'd just had a fight with the boyfriend.
"Hey," I said. "Aren't you off today?"
She blinked. She looked around at the chairs still up on the tables, like she had only just noticed where her feet had taken her.
"Yeah. I am." Her face went pink. "Sorry. I don't know why
