JJ
I called Stitch before I even finished reading his message.
He answered with, “That was fast.”
“You cannot send me that and expect patience.”
“I was hoping for at least thirty seconds to regret it.”
“Too late. What does ‘I think I am too’ mean?”
He laughed quietly. “It means I want the chair.”
I sat down behind the reception counter in my shop even though the room still smelled faintly like paint and one of the waiting chairs remained wrapped in plastic.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I can’t move everything overnight. I’ve got clients already booked in North Town, so I’ll keep those appointments and start a couple days a week here once you open. Then I can figure out the rest from there.”
A grin spread across my face.
“That works.”
“I figured it would.”
“You’re very confident fo
