“Good,” she said.
“You’re glad I totally wimped out?”
“I’m glad you remained you.”
“Who’s lying now?”
“Not me.” She took his hand and kissed it. “Jacob, this, all this—the robberies, the house creeping, the heist—it is who Sam is. All she’ll ever be. You . . . This is, it’s just one stop, a blip on your trajectory. See, you are wonderful possibilities.”
“I was so afraid, I threw up.”
“I’m bored with people too cool to feel anything.”
“It’s sexy.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It is to me.” Leaning up, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her lips puckered ever so slightly.
Jacob leaned down. Moving too eagerly, he clinked teeth with Candy. Pulling back, he started to laugh. “This was supposed to be that magic moment.” He was smiling.
“Magic takes practice.”
Acknowledgments
Erin Mitchell, for midwifing the birth of this beast. The thorough Jaye Manus for the ebook and interior book design. The deeply talented Chungkong for creating the cover art.
My early readers: Tom Pluck, Holly West, and Neliza Drew. Charlie Huston, who reminds me why we do this. Sabrina Ogden and McDroll for being amazing. Book pushers Scott Montgomery and Jen Hitchcock for strong-arming readers into buying my books.
The band Idiot, the dancers of the My-O-My and all the glitter kids we ran with; you remain beautiful and sparkly forever in my memory.
And lastly my amazing wife and sons, they make coming home worth the journey.
About the Author
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