"Hello..." I waved hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper as I set my mug down with a faint clink, the ceramic cool against my suddenly sweaty palms.
Why was she looking at me like this?
Olle's head tilted, her specs glinting like polished steel as she raked me head to toe, dark eyes narrowing behind them.
My simple white shirt—light cotton clinging a bit from the office heat—suddenly felt too thin under that stare, the top button straining just enough to betray my quickened breath. "You look familiar. Where've I seen you?"
"That's my partner—co-owner of Helly Paws," Hellen cut in smoothly, her blonde ponytail swaying as she leaned forward, a protective edge sharpening those eyes.
