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with a stunning flexibility and does something with his arm that sends Lucas flying, right into one of his friends. The pair of them bowl over in the grass, and the third one comes at me.
I haul off and kick him right in the balls, drive my foot between his legs. I go down, hard, but so does he. Apollo grabs his ankle and drags him right off of me and Charity, and pulls us to our feet as our attacker curls up in a ball, clutching the family jewels. I don't think I could have pulled that off he wasn't drunk.
Apollo grabs my arm, pulls me, and then lifts Charity back onto his shoulder, fireman style. From there it's a rush down to the sidewalk, trying not to slip in the grass. I pop open the back hatch so Apollo can lower Charity into the back seat, and hurriedly get in next to him.
"Are we taking her home?"
I throw the car in gear and pull out.
"No. Her mom probably isn't even there. We'll take her back to my place."
I blink when I realize I'm talking about showing this guy where I live. Hell, I can't get Charity in the house alone.
"Should we take her to the hospital?"
"She's drunk, but I don't think she has alcohol poisoning."
"Are you even old enough to drink?"
"Is she?"
"Good point."
Okay. Mom should be home by now. If not, I've got my phone and Bob is a call away. My mind is made up. I drive.
It's about a twenty minute ride from Lucas' house back to the museum. When I pull up to the gate, the security guard takes a good, hard look at Apollo before we pass through and drive up to the house.
"Fancy. You have your own guards?"
"No. We live on the museum grounds. My mother runs the place."
"Oh, that's pretty cool. Can I get a private tour?"
"At least you're not asking for a tour of my privates."
He raises an eyebrow and leans back. "Are you offering?"
I can feel myself blushing. I don't even know where that came from.
Charity stirs in the back seat, and mumbles. "That's right, Mister Giraffe. Get all the marmalade."
"You think she's okay?"
"Better than she'd be if we just left here there," I sigh. "Here we are."
Once I pull in the garage, the two of us carry Charity inside, and to the couch in the sitting room. Apollo props her up with a pillow and turns her head as she begins to snore.
"We need to make sure she doesn't choke on her own puke."
"Lovely," I sigh.
Apollo drops into one of the side chairs, and yawns. "What was she even doing there?"
I shrug. "Not much else to do around here."
"Why weren't you there?"
I glance at Apollo and sigh. "Something to drink?"
"Sure."
I bring him a can of Coke and sit down to crack mine open. I feel like I'm a million years old and my joints are made of balsa wood.
"My mother thinks Lucas and I are a perfect match. She's been pressuring me to go out with him for years. I can't stand him."
"Need I ask why," Apollo says, smirking. He downs half the can of soda and burps into his hand. He's even hot when he's burping.
"Anything to eat around here?"
"You like tofu?"
He makes a face that makes for a passable imitation of one of the ornate Japanese samurai masks in the museum collection.
"That's a no."
"Can you order food here? Like pizza?"
"Yeah. I'll call something in."
He reaches for his wallet, twisting to reach his back pocket.
"It's okay."
"I insist."
He gives me forty. I order three mediums and a triple order of boneless chicken bites, in case Charity comes around, and the breadsticks are free with the order and so on and so forth. After I call George the gate guard to let him know the food is coming, I settle back down in the living room.
"So, um, I have no idea who you are. Why are you here?"
He laughs. "We just moved to town. My father wants to retire here. He's out on a date with some local girl tonight, so I'm on my own. I wanted to explore, and the bookstore felt like a good starting point. Are you into all that stuff? Crystals and spells?"
I shake my head. "Nah, I just like to drink the coffee and hang out with Charity, and it's the
I haul off and kick him right in the balls, drive my foot between his legs. I go down, hard, but so does he. Apollo grabs his ankle and drags him right off of me and Charity, and pulls us to our feet as our attacker curls up in a ball, clutching the family jewels. I don't think I could have pulled that off he wasn't drunk.
Apollo grabs my arm, pulls me, and then lifts Charity back onto his shoulder, fireman style. From there it's a rush down to the sidewalk, trying not to slip in the grass. I pop open the back hatch so Apollo can lower Charity into the back seat, and hurriedly get in next to him.
"Are we taking her home?"
I throw the car in gear and pull out.
"No. Her mom probably isn't even there. We'll take her back to my place."
I blink when I realize I'm talking about showing this guy where I live. Hell, I can't get Charity in the house alone.
"Should we take her to the hospital?"
"She's drunk, but I don't think she has alcohol poisoning."
"Are you even old enough to drink?"
"Is she?"
"Good point."
Okay. Mom should be home by now. If not, I've got my phone and Bob is a call away. My mind is made up. I drive.
It's about a twenty minute ride from Lucas' house back to the museum. When I pull up to the gate, the security guard takes a good, hard look at Apollo before we pass through and drive up to the house.
"Fancy. You have your own guards?"
"No. We live on the museum grounds. My mother runs the place."
"Oh, that's pretty cool. Can I get a private tour?"
"At least you're not asking for a tour of my privates."
He raises an eyebrow and leans back. "Are you offering?"
I can feel myself blushing. I don't even know where that came from.
Charity stirs in the back seat, and mumbles. "That's right, Mister Giraffe. Get all the marmalade."
"You think she's okay?"
"Better than she'd be if we just left here there," I sigh. "Here we are."
Once I pull in the garage, the two of us carry Charity inside, and to the couch in the sitting room. Apollo props her up with a pillow and turns her head as she begins to snore.
"We need to make sure she doesn't choke on her own puke."
"Lovely," I sigh.
Apollo drops into one of the side chairs, and yawns. "What was she even doing there?"
I shrug. "Not much else to do around here."
"Why weren't you there?"
I glance at Apollo and sigh. "Something to drink?"
"Sure."
I bring him a can of Coke and sit down to crack mine open. I feel like I'm a million years old and my joints are made of balsa wood.
"My mother thinks Lucas and I are a perfect match. She's been pressuring me to go out with him for years. I can't stand him."
"Need I ask why," Apollo says, smirking. He downs half the can of soda and burps into his hand. He's even hot when he's burping.
"Anything to eat around here?"
"You like tofu?"
He makes a face that makes for a passable imitation of one of the ornate Japanese samurai masks in the museum collection.
"That's a no."
"Can you order food here? Like pizza?"
"Yeah. I'll call something in."
He reaches for his wallet, twisting to reach his back pocket.
"It's okay."
"I insist."
He gives me forty. I order three mediums and a triple order of boneless chicken bites, in case Charity comes around, and the breadsticks are free with the order and so on and so forth. After I call George the gate guard to let him know the food is coming, I settle back down in the living room.
"So, um, I have no idea who you are. Why are you here?"
He laughs. "We just moved to town. My father wants to retire here. He's out on a date with some local girl tonight, so I'm on my own. I wanted to explore, and the bookstore felt like a good starting point. Are you into all that stuff? Crystals and spells?"
I shake my head. "Nah, I just like to drink the coffee and hang out with Charity, and it's the
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