Oh sure, she had laughed at him every time he said she was magic, but he knew there had to be something to her that was not like other people. They way she smelled like carnations whenever she came home from the flower shop. The way those dark eyes sparkled whenever someone was drawn to her, the way he was always drawn to her. And the way he was always, forever, enraptured by her every motion and sound.
It was her, wasn't it, that made him forget all of his once-upon-a-time goals of college and a career. It was her who turned him into this thing he was now, leaving him no choice but to come back.
The key weighed heavily in his palm.
"You look beautiful, Violet," he said, and the bitterness in his throat didn't change the truth of it.
She tossed her head and threw a bar rag on the scarred bar. He thought he could smell a waft of floral perfume reach out to him.
"Bullshit," she said.
Joe didn't know whether to...