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Along with her nervousness, I could also sense her excitement, like a guy having his first threesome.
    “How about around the back of that building?” I motioned to a warehouse which didn’t have any cars parked out front.
    We made our way around back and I shook her cans of paint, then mine. She had a look of concentration on her face while just staring at the wall. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked her.
    “I can’t decide what to write.”
    “If you want, I’ll pose nude for you and you can paint me,” I teased her.
    “And what if some poor old lady or little kid sees it? I think I’ll just write my name.” She began painting so I did too. Twenty minutes later, I heard her announce, “Done.”
    Backing up, I examined her work. She’d written Gigi in aqua blue with hot pink around it and underneath she’d wrote, DCK Breakin’ Crew . It was dripping in spots, but not bad.
    “What does DCK stand for?”
    “That’s the name of our crew, Denver Cool Kids Breakin’ Crew. Jared came up with it.” Her cheeks were pink and it was obvious she had some idea of what would come out of my mouth next.
    “Figures that douche would come up with something so lame. Sounds like something t hat’d be on a Disney show.”
    “Well, we could change it, but we’ve had it since middle school. It’s what we’re already known as,” she said defensively. Jared was still a douche, even if he came up with the name when they were little kids.
    She stood back to look at what I’d painted to the right of her artwork. “You are such a pervert.”
    “Doesn’t make it any less true , princess,” I studied my handiwork. I liked it. I’d drawn an arrow pointing towards her name and words saying, She’s Hot For Me . I’d also signed my name in cursive at the bottom.
    Gianna tried to kick me in the shins, but I dodged her puny efforts. She was about to try again when a back door of the warehouse opened, about thirty feet from where we stood, and a middle-aged guy came out with a trash bag in each hand.
    He took one look at us then at the spray cans in our hands and yelled, “I’m calling the cops, you punks!” He dropped the trash and hurried in our direction, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket.
    “Run!” I told Gianna, already planning to come back later and snap a picture of our artwork. Poor girl was frozen in shock, so I yanked her by the arm to get her moving. I had to take the time to grab all of the cans of paint because the police did have my fingerprints on file. Of course, they’d have to go to the trouble of dusting for prints on paint cans. You’d think they’d have more important things to, like solve felonies.
    We ran all the way to my car and scrambled inside. Cautiously, I turned to Gianna, expecting to see her scared and in tears. Instead, a big grin stretched across her face and she appeared exhilarated.
    “Did you have fun ?”
    S till wearing the grin, the words burst out, “Yes, I think almost getting caught made it more exciting! What are we going to do next?”
    I couldn’t help myself. She was so cute in all of her juvenile delinquent joy. I carefully captured her face and then her lips with my own. She was momentarily stunned, but kissed me back. A new warmth inside of me expanded. I drew back, relishing the sudden shyness in her eyes.
    “Now we go eat lunch then visit a friend of mine.”

CHAPTER NINE
     
    “A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that
    he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.”
    -Helen Rowland
     
    GIANNA
     
    Caleb parked in another parking garage downtown and we walked several blocks to the Rocky Mountain Diner. “You know, I’ve never been here.”
    “They have the best food here . I’ll order for you,” he offered, guiding me to a booth with his hand on my lower back.
    We s at down and a forty-something waitress approached with menus. “Where’ve you been, honey?”
    “Jean, I have bad news, devastating really, I had to move up north to