“Mark?” Tanner asked sympathetically.

“Mark,” Chris agreed.

“If I was white, I bet you would have kissed me,” Rico said.

I grabbed him by the face and pressed my lips against his.

Tanner and Chris made matching sounds of extraordinary disgust.

I pulled away from Rico with a wet smack.

He looked dazed.

I felt better.

I TOLD Mark.

He shifted, clothes tearing as he fled into the woods.

“You’re kind of a dick, Gordo,” Abel said mildly. “When you’re old enough, know that I approve wholeheartedly.”

I WAS on front-desk duty when a young woman came into the shop.

She smiled at me.

She was pretty. Her hair was black as night and her eyes as green as the forest. She wore jeans and a low-cut blouse. She looked barely older than Mark.

The guys in the garage whistled.

Marty told them to shut the hell up, though his eyes lingered appreciatively too.

“Hello,” she said.

“Can I help you?” I asked, nervous for reasons I didn’t understand.

“I hope so,” she said. “My car’s making a funny noise. Just drove it across the country. Trying to get to Portland for school, but I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”

I nodded. “We can probably get you in quick enough.” I clicked on the old computer in front of me and opened the scheduling program.

She looked amused. “Aren’t you a little young to be working here?”

I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you. How sweet.” Her smile widened. She leaned forward, elbows on the counter. Her nails were painted blue. They were chipped. She tapped them against the counter. A small silver cross hung on a thin chain around her neck. “Gordo, is it?”

I looked up at her sharply. “How did you know that?”

She laughed. It sounded sweet. “Your name’s stitched on your shirt.”

I flushed. “Oh, right.”

“You’re cute.”

“Thank you? Um, it looks like I have an opening in an hour. I could squeeze you in if you don’t mind waiting?”

“I don’t mind.” Her eyes were bright.

She reminded me of a wolf.

Tags: T.J. Klune Green Creek Fantasy
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