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“Where’s the ‘super-safe place’ you can take us?” I’m up,
gun still gripped in my hand. I move into position next to
Adam. “Or are you making that up?”
Kenji lights up. “No, that’s real. Very real. In fact, I may or
may not have mentioned something about you. And the
dude who runs the place may or may not be ridiculously
interested in meeting you.”
“You think I’m some kind of freak you can show off to your
friends?” Locked. Loaded.
Kenji clears his throat. “Not a freak. Just . . . interesting.”
I point my gun at his nose. “I’m so interesting I can kill you
with my bare hands.”
A barely perceptible flash of fear flickers in his eyes. He
swallows a few gallons of humility. Tries to smile. “You sure
you’re not crazy?”
“No.” I cock my head. “I’m not sure.”
Kenji grins. Looks me up and down. “Well damn. But you
make crazy sound so good.”
“I’m about five inches from breaking your face,” Adam
warns him, his voice like steel, his body stiff with anger, his
eyes narrowed, unflinching. There’s no hint of humor in his
expression. “I don’t need another reason.”
“What?” Kenji laughs, undeterred. “I haven’t been this
close to a chick in way too long, bro. And crazy or not—”
“I’m not interested.”
Kenji turns to face me. “Well I’m not sure I blame you. I
look like hell right now. But I clean up okay.” He attempts a
grin. “Give me a couple days. You might change your mind
—”
Adam elbows him in the face and doesn’t apologize.