Turning to look at her, he shrugs, a weary sigh escaping his lips. âDonât worry about it, Iâll get it fixed later.â Running a hand through his hair, he offers her a small smile. âDrink ?? I could use one.â
âI hope it doesnât cost too much,â Faye commented before seeing his gentle smile and returning it with one of her own. âI could handle that. Where to?â













