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grace of God, I found a t-shirt tucked away behind a bag of beef jerky I had. Laundry day was when I got home, so options were scarce these days.
    I slipped the shirt on, jetting into the tiny bathroom. Pushing my cap off, I looked for a damn comb. When I found one, I tackled the mess on my head.
    Maybe she was being sarcastic , I thought, getting my hair semi-manageable.
    After clicking off the light in the bathroom, I took a seat in my chair, breathy from all the quick shit I did. Alex didn’t seem like the type to be sarcastic, though. The girl seemed real as hell. She probably had to be with what she’d most likely seen.
    I pushed my hand into my hair. Did she mean she liked how I looked generally? I shook my head. I guess I had to pass this off as another mystery that was her.
    The girl was so damn quiet I nearly rocketed out of my seat when she made her appearance up front. With the coffee I bought her to her lips, she took an even quieter seat. Her look from last night returned. She wore her short skirt and her revealing top, but the fishnets were gone, her makeup as well. She also left her wig behind and I smiled studying her. I really did like her look.
    She pushed a short strand of her hair behind her ear, lifting her eyes to me. “Are we going to go, Brody?”
    Yeah, if I could just stop looking at you… Staring and trying to figure you out...
    I turned, grabbing the box of doughnuts off the dashboard so we could go. I slid my phone off the box, slipping it into my pocket. I caught Alex watching me. More so my hand as I put my phone away. I gazed down and realized my gun was exposed. I had to lift my shirt a bit to get my phone in my pocket. I had it tucked into my waistband as I strapped up this morning. I was still a little paranoid after last night.
    I pointed at it. “Does this bother you?”
    She blinked. “Oh, no. I was just…” She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”
    I wasn’t so sure. I gestured to the bottom of her seat. “Go ahead and hand me the box again. I can put it away. No biggie.”
    She lowered, gathering it. “You really don’t have to. I was looking at—”
    “It’s fine,” I told her, taking the box. Having the thing on me just meant my paranoia piqued anyway. I put it away, then got us moving, pulling my truck out onto the road.
    Alex sat quietly, her cup of coffee pressed to her lips. She eyed the box of doughnuts I set on the console, but seemed apprehensive to help herself.
    “You can have some if you like. There’s plenty,” I said, glancing at her once before staring back at the road.
    When that lowly box of doughnuts stayed stationary, I reached down, lifting them up to help her out. Finally, she took one, thanking me lightly before nibbling even lighter on the frosted cake doughnut. I’d have to remember that she liked those.
    “How um,” she started, nibbling a little on her doughnut. Her hand swept up, brushing away that dark hair from her lashes. “How old are you?”
    Blinking, I sat back a little. She wanted to know something personal, personal about me. But what was more interesting was she actually asked.
    I smiled a little. “Twenty-five,” I said placing the doughnut box down. I tipped my chin once my hand returned to the wheel. “You?”
    I wondered at first if she’d even answer me. I mean, I knew she was the one to ask initially but still. She was so closed off.
    A light, “twenty-two,” left from her lips and something soft, something beautiful, pushed into her mouth. Damn, this girl could smile.
    Eating her breakfast, she didn’t dare seem to want to ask anything else and what I wouldn’t give to get her to talk a little more and open up.
    During my casual glances at her, I noticed I wasn’t the only one doing it. I’d catch those lost eyes every once and a while. This last time I decided to acknowledge that.
    “What?” I asked her, keeping my voice teasing. “I got something on my shirt or something?”
    I damn well made