NONA’S POV:

When I arrive at the label, I’m surprised to find Creed waiting for me. He’s leaning against the wall outside the makeup room where I often work.

He holds out a coffee for me.

“Morning,” he says lazily.

“Thank you,” I say as I accept the drink.

Taking a sip, I let us into the small room that is more like a storage cupboard than a room where several people work. It’s cluttered with makeup and clothes everywhere. I hurriedly move things ...