NIRVANA

I checked the time on my phone— it was supposed to be lunchtime on the reservation. I had already been in the restaurant since morning, but Kailin hadn’t arrived yet, nor did her grumpy hot biker cousin.

To be honest, I was excited to see his annoying, handsome face, so I sent a quick text to her.

“Mara, has Kailin arrived yet?” She’d been working here for five years and knew my best friend.

“Yes, and Mr. Blackwell.” A small smile appeared on her ...