She drew in a slow, dramatic breath.

“I know we got off on the wrong foot yesterday,” Vanessa said.

“I’m just so stressed about everything, right?”

I rested my fingers against my collarbone.

I studied her face for any trace of the icy hostility she’d shown me in the boutique’s back room.

She kept her eyes wide and completely still.

“The store clerk kept pushing me to decide things fast,” Vanessa said.

“I never should have let her move you off the main floor.”