asked.
âRob, come on, quick,â the woman shrieked, and Robâthe muggerâgot up and followed her, while Gaia staggered a few steps away. She could hear them talking to a policeman almost immediately.
âWe were in the park, and this wild woman attacked us!â The woman was still shrieking.
âWhere were you, exactly?â the officer wanted to know.
âWell, we were . . . standing by the public restroom,â the woman said.
âStanding?â the officer asked suspiciously.
âOkay, more like standing and kissing . . . Maybe we got a little carried away with each other,â the guy said.
âI sprayed her with my pepper spray!â the woman added proudly.
Oh. Oh, crap. Gaia had a feeling the cop wouldnât be in too big a hurry to find her, but she didnât want to wait to find out. Her eyes still burned, and she was sure they were bright red and puffy. And she was horribly, horribly embarrassed.
What was the matter with her? She couldnât tell the difference between a horny couple and a mugging in progress? Had she lost all common sense?
No, sheâd just misread her instincts because she was distractedâagain. The frustration of running into Sam had thrown her off. And sheâd taken it out on this guy Rob.
She got to the subway and descended the stairs, blinking painfully. She felt so stupid. Worse than stupidâshe felt like a total and complete asshole.
What was that Bob Marley song? Who the cap fit, let them wear it.
She was an asshole.
A Complete Lack of Drama
âYOU ASSHOLE!â KAI LAUGHED. SHE tried to shoot Ed Fargo back, but her laser gun was disabled for fifteen seconds because heâd gotten her smack in the back. He took this chance to escape through a back alley into the main room.
That was when the kid got him.
He couldnât have been more than eight years old, but he was quick, and Ed suspected he had a little-kid crush on Kai. He couldnât blame the little guy. Kai was like a Japanese anime character come to life: baggy pants, half-shirt, pigtails, and a thousand-watt smile. Plus she had enough energy to light Manhattan. She was a great girl, tons of fun, and Ed was fully enjoying spending time with her. Which was why the kid must have decided to fry Ed.
Pa-tchoo!
The pack on Edâs chest made a wee-wee-wee noise and Ed was completely disabled. Kai could walk up to him and shoot his bullâs-eye as much as she wanted, which was what she did. Knowing their ten minutes in the laser room were almost up, he let his arms flop to his sides and just surrendered. Right on cue, the buzzer signaled the end of the session.
âYou got me,â he admitted. âYou win. But next time, no fair enlisting munchkins to help you.â
âIâm not a munchkin,â the kid said.
âNo, youâre my hero,â Kai told him, and ruffled his hair. The kid gave Ed the finger and raced off to find his parents.
âWhat theââ Ed pulled off his laser backpack and strolled with Kai to the front entrance. âThese kids todayâIâm telling you, theyâve got no respect.â
âYeah,â Kai responded.
âWant to go get some really cheap Chinese food? Thereâs a place on Ninth Avenue thatâs got the biggest combination plate you ever saw.â
âSure! Thatâs cool!â
Sure! Thatâs cool! Ed savored the words as they danced around in his head. No sarcastic comments, no pointed references, no distractions or family emergencies or mysterious chokings. Just Kai. Ed reached over and took her hand, and she squeezed his back enthusiastically.
âSo that was fun when we went to Chelsea Piers to go rock-climbing,â he said.
âTotally!â
âAnd I didnât realize that crazy boat ride at the South Street Seaport was so high-octane.â
âI know!â
âSo what are we going to do next?â
âIâve
Douglas E. Schoen, Melik Kaylan