“Your lover boy’s coming up the street,” Shaw said with a grin as she looked out the window the next day on a lazy Thursday early afternoon.
“Very funny,” Airyn said. “And he’s not my lover boy.”
“Whoever he is or was, that guy from before with the Assist is coming up the street…Assist free.”
“Really?” she asked and walked up to her lavender haired friend. Her face changed slightly when she realized that she was right. “He must be off today.”
“No sloppy suit today,” Shaw snickered. “Maybe you were wrong about him?”
“Maybe…” Airyn mused.
The door swung up and Shane burst inside. “Airyn, do you know if that Piper girl is performing today?”
“Well hi and hello to you, too,” Airyn said, visibly deflating. Why did she ever listen to Shaw?
“Hi,” Shane said shortly. “Do you have an