Daxton 

A groan escaped me as I wiped the paper towel on the brown sopping up my white t-shirt. My favorite t-shirt. It was one of those things Verena always got me whenever she went on a wild shopping spree. 

And, this woman ruined it for me? I knew she bumped into me intentionally. I’d seen the spark in her eyes before she did. 

“I’m sorry for this mistake. I will have the shirt dry-cleaned and have it sent back tomorrow morning,” she said. I didn’t even bother looking at her. I didn’t want to see that fake guilt on her face. 

Verena shook her head. “It’s a designer shirt....