I grinned. "Yeah, but not at you."
From somewhere near the door, Sierra called out, "Youdoknow we can hear you, right?"
I gave the empty box a small shove, sending it tumbling off the counter. It hit with a soft thud that made Devon jump like I'd dropped a brick instead of cardboard.
What a pussy.
Today, he was decked out like a dude in a yacht commercial – white jeans, no socks, boat shoes, and a baby blue polo that clung too tight to his chest.
His hair looked freshly shellacked, and his sunglasses were perched on his head just right, like he'd used a mirror to place them. The only thing missing was a sweater knotted around his neck and a nametag that read,Richie McDouche.
At his side, Sierra looked ready for caviar, cocktails, and maybe a side hustle at a brothel. Her lashes were still too long, her heels were still too high, and her skintight dress looked ready to strangle her thighs.
She was clutching Devon's arm like she thought someone might try to steal him, which was pretty damn funny, considering that on herlastvisit, she'd been offering to swap.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when she dropped Devon's arm and stepped away like the guy had the plague. She gave me a sultry smile, complete with fluttering lashes and a cock of her hip. "Oh, hey."
What the fuck?
Moments ago, she'd admitted she could hear us. Now she was acting all surprised?
What a phony.
It made me appreciate Maisie all the more – a real girl with honest emotions that didn't change on a dime.
Maisie reached for my arm and gave it a small squeeze that felt a lot like a silent plea to be nice.
I wasn'tfeelingnice – not toward them, anyway. Still, I gave a slight nod and kept my lips sealed – for now.
This was her shop, her ex, and her decision – at least until things got ugly. And, if it came to that, I didn't care whose shop it was.
I wasn't going to let Maisie be abused, especially by two dipshits with more money than class.
But then, Maisie surprised me by giving Sierra one hell of a glare. "What areyoudoing here?"
I couldn't help but grin.That's my girl.
But Sierra wasn't grinning, and neither was her sidekick. They both looked shocked and a little insulted, like a fancy restaurant had just declined their card.
Sierra recovered first. "Oh, chill out. We're just here for an appointment."
But Maisie looked anything but chill. Her mouth tightened. "For what? To rent a bike?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Sierra pointed to her own shoes. "These are Louboutins."
Maisie squinted toward Sierra's feet. "So?"
Sierra smirked. "So I'm not gonna ride a bike inthese."
Maisie and I shared a glance. But it was Maisie who finally said it. "Youdoknow this is a bike shop, right?"
"Of course I know," Sierra said. "Do I look stupid?"
I couldn't help it. "Do you mean with those lashes, or…?" I didn't bother finishing the sentence, but let it trail off naturally, leaving the rest of it unsaid.
Incomplete or not, the message landed just fine. With a sudden scowl, Sierra looked to Devon and demanded, "Well?"
He frowned. "Well what?"
