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easy to play with? These were schoolyard tactics, and yet they’d had her singing his tune in no time. He was a little disappointed that she turned out to be so predictable. After all, she was more than likely the smartest person in the whole building. But he’d read her body like a well-worn paperback, and she hadn’t even realized it.
     
    Then again, not many guys who ran in the kind of crowd that he did had such a keen eye for body language and facial expressions. It was something that gave him an edge when it came to defusing fights and starting them. The best part was that he’d learned it all from the books that his rivals so often scoffed at.
     
    Well, maybe not that often. You could only scoff so much with a broken nose.
     
    Today’s reading was The Aeneid —the story of Aeneas of Troy’s flight from the Trojan battlefield and the founding of Rome. At first he didn’t empathize as much with Aeneas as he had Hector and Achilles. He had fled the burning ruins of his home as the Greeks caught and enslaved his people. He had broken the heart of a powerful queen and made an enemy that would last Rome until the end of its days. But he had done it all because of a duty he held to his people. And a duty he held to the gods.
     
    Luke liked that. He figured there were stages of his life, and his stage as the dutiful Aeneas had not yet arrived. He’d cut through swathes of rivals as the blood-thirsty Achilles. Currently, as the honorable Hector, he was returning a kitten that he’d grown quite fond of to its rightful owner. And, in a broader sense, he was making decisions to benefit his family—his motorcycle club.
     
    He wondered when he’d reach his Aeneas stage; when he’d fulfill his destiny. And, indeed, what that might be.
     
    Sparky would laugh his balls off if he knew any of this had passed through Luke’s head. The guy was a good friend and a great right hand man, but his philosophical capacities were for shit.
     
    Anyway, Luke was glad that the librarian at his branch had recommended The Aeneid to him after seeing the script on his arm. He wouldn’t have thought to look for another epic from Antiquity otherwise, besides The Odyssey , anyway.
     
    Dido was in her death throes when the door opened next. Achilles, who had been snoozing on the crevice between Luke’s legs, immediately perked up and scrambled across the table to where a little girl with dark pigtails scooped him up and cradled him in her arms.
     
    Luke’s eyes slid up to the doorframe, where Shayla was holding a microphone, a man holding a camera on his shoulder just behind her. He could tell the smile on her face was fake. Curious. He wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that it was nearly midnight and she was stuck reporting on a lost and found kitten.
     
    The camera panned to Luke, and he retracted his feet from the table and stood, sliding the book back in his pocket. He smirked as he saw the angle the camera man had to tilt his equipment to reach Luke’s face.
     
    Luke squatted down to the little girl’s level. “Hey Jacklin,” he said. “I’m Luke.”
     
    The girl’s parents barged into the room past the cameraman, apparently sensing that their child was in danger. Luke rolled his eyes. They stayed back, at least. Jacklin wasn’t afraid. She shone a gap toothed smile on him.
     
    “Thank you for saving Bubbles!” she exclaimed.
     
    Luke bit back a grimace. “Bubbles?”
     
    She nodded.
     
    He leaned in closer to her, careful so that he wasn’t overheard. He whispered in her ear and she nodded her head heartily.
     
    Leaning back on his heels, Luke shot a cheeky grin toward Jacklin’s parents. “So, Jacklin,” he said, though his gaze was directed at them. “Think I could come visit sometime?”
     
    “I think he’d like that! And I would too!” Hearts all over the world were probably breaking. Well, maybe nothing quite so dramatic. He was certainly melting the heart of Jacklin’s mom,