Sullivan (Irishmen Duet Spin-Off)

CHAPTER TWO

AUTUMN

Ipushed my hair off my cheek, cursing the fact that my clip had broken. I usually wore my hair up in the office to keep it off my face since when down like this, the curls did whatever they wanted—and that was usually to bother me.

I opened the drawer beside me, searching, hoping for an elastic, a large paper clip—anything to help. But it was empty. That was the problem with short-term offices. I really didn’t know where anything was, and since I was only temporary, I never would.