JJ
I noticed Havoc because Marcy stopped talking.
One second, she was telling me about the argument she’d had with her sister over a bridesmaid dress, and the next her sentence cut off in the middle. Her eyes shifted toward the front windows, and something in her face made my hand stop before I even followed her gaze.
The machine was still buzzing. I lifted cleanly from her skin, switched it off, and looked outside.
Havoc stood across the street.
For one sharp second, my body reacted before the rest of me caught up. My stomach dropped, my shoulders locked, and the shop around me seemed to narrow until all I could see was him. I had felt that reaction before. At the courthouse. At the old shop. In too many places where seeing him had once meant the rest of the day belonged to whatever
