stack of mismatched mugs in the other.
She was twenty-six, sharp-eyed, small, and stubborn enough to show up for work even when Marcus told her the roads were too rough and the diner might not make enough to pay her for the shift.
She looked at the room.
Then she looked at Marcus.
“You really keeping everybody?” she whispered.
Marcus nodded once.
Tara glanced continue reading …