Same hum.
Same everything.
I moved behind the counter, grabbing the rag again without really thinking about it.
My hand moved automatically, wiping down a clean surface like it needed it.
My mind wasn’t in it.
Not even close.
Jude had just seen me with Jesse, and the world hadn’t stopped turning.
Nothing had exploded.
No confrontation.No tension.No anything.
He’d looked, and then he’d left.
Like it didn’t matter.
LikeIdidn’t matter.
I pressed the rag a little harder against the counter, dragging it across the surface in a slow line.
This was what moving on looked like.
Jesse had come to see me.
That should’ve been enough.
It wasn’t.
My grip tightened on the rag.Not the way Jude had looked at me from across the street or how easily he’d just ridden away.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my shoulders to relax as I tossed the rag aside and reached for a clean one.
“Get it together,” I muttered under my breath.
I leaned my hands on the counter, staring down at the surface for a second before pushing off and grabbing the spray bottle again.
Work.
I had work to do.
That was something I understood, something I could control.
So I wiped.
And wiped.
And wiped.And tried not to think about the fact that Jude had just seen me with someone else and it hadn’t meant a damn thing.
Chapter Six
Jude
The Lords Social Club was loud enough to make thinking a pain in the ass.
