Chapter Seventeen

Tempest

“Maddox is still ignoring me,” I tell Fidget. She’s the only person I’ve opened up to about my relationship with Sargent. Not because I’m ashamed… Okay, maybe because I’m a little bit ashamed. “I miss him.”

“Give it time.”

“It’s been nine days now,” I grumble, frowning when Kent knocks the cap off a man’s head as he walks in the store. “Is there a new no cap policy?” It’s the fourth time I’ve seen him do that today. The customers take it all in stride but still, it’s a bit weird.

“Afternoon, boss.” Fidget grins at Devon as he walks in with a broken surfboard in two pieces under one arm.

“Take a dive?” I ask, tossing him a towel.

He catches it and dries off his hair. “Something like that. Feel like joining us in the water, Pest?”

Fidget nudges me forward with her hand on my shoulder. “Go on, you’ve been talking about it nonstop since you started.”

“I’m working.”