God, this weather sucks!Why’s he stay here anyway? Why does anyone? Nine degrees is insane. Jai wants to be on a sunny beach somewhere—Florida, perhaps, or maybe California. Or hell, if he’s going to dream, he might as well go big or go home—Hawaii, or Bora Bora, or Tahiti. Somewhere the weather never drops below seventy. Somewhere January doesn’t exist.
When he reaches the Starbucks, he’s tempted to duck inside to grab another cup of something hot enough to warm him up from the inside out, but he doesn’t want to keep the plumber waiting. For all he knows, the guy will leave and then the salon will lose not just a morning’s business but the whole day. Or worse, the whole weekend, if Jai can’t get anyone else back out until Monday. So he takes the corner and turns his face away from the wind that threatens to steal his breath as he hurries down the street.
“Shit!” he mutters out loud. “Kiki, girl, you oweme.”
Though really, wasn’t switching days his idea?