Tabby tugged again, but nothing happened. She walked to the other side of the sign, rope in hand, hoping to drag it along the sign and pull it down that way.
“I see,” Julian whispered in her ear as the C Y N was revealed. “You named the shop after yourself, didn’t you?”
“Sort of.” She could feel her cheeks heating and knew she was blushing. She crossed her arms over her chest. “They outvoted me.”
One dark brow rose as he stared at the sign. “Now I’m intrigued.”
She rolled her eyes and snuggled up against him. Damn, it was cold out here.
“All right. I think I’ve got it.” Tabby tugged one final time and the canvas fell. She backed up before she was covered in the falling tarp.
Julian burst into laughter as the sign was finally revealed.
Ryan’s jaw dropped. He stared down at the powder blue head of his mate. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”
Alex shook his head. “Somehow it suits this place.” He hauled Tabby into his arms with a huge grin. “Congratulations, Cyn.”
Cyn stared up at the sign. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
Julian kissed the top of her head. “I think it’s perfect.” He chuckled. “I’ve always said you were sinful.”
“No, Jules.” She grinned up at the sign that bore her name…sort of. “I’m Cynful.”