Sheridan who turned you down at Parnassus?â He picked up another pile and put it in the wrong place.
âYes,â I said, moving the stack down to the second row.
He got out his phone and typed. âIâll fix it.â
âFix what?â
âJust give me a couple of days. Iâll get you into the anatomy lab.â
âExcuse me? And just how do you propose to do that?â
âI have ways. Donât ask.â
âOh, no. Iâm asking.â
âJust trust me.â
I laughed. âWhy in the world would I do that? Iâm probably flagged as some kind of potential criminal in the SFPD database, and now my mom suspects Iâve crossed into Troubled Teen territory. Donât pull me into your drama. I donât need your help.â
âBeatrix?â a voice called from behind me.
I spun around to see Ms. Lopezâs head peeking out from one of the aisles. âIs everything okay?â
âYes, fine.â
She eyed Jack with suspicion. âFive minutes until register cash-out.â
I gave her a thumbs-up before rushing to straighten the magazines. âPlease donât get me in trouble with my boss,â I whispered hotly to Jack.
He made a frustrated sound. âWhatâs your number? Let me fix this for you.â
âAre you kidding? The police are probably monitoring my phone.â
âThatâs ridiculous.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â I mumbled.
âAdorably ridiculous?â
âCriminally ridiculous.â
âIâll take it.â He smiled and stuck a finger out to playfully poke the knot of my tie. He had large boy hands, all sinewy and latticed with faint blue veins, and long, slender fingers. More beautiful bones. I desperately wanted to trace my fingers over themâwhich was insane. And stupid.
âPlease donât stand so close,â I murmured.
âI canât help it. Iâm strangely turned on by the tie and those Sacagawea braids.â
My checks caught fire. Was he making fun of me? And why hadnât he moved?
âBeatrix?â Ms. Lopez called out again.
âJust a moment,â I shouted back. âI canât talk anymore,â I told Jack, stepping away with a nervous twist in my stomach. âYou need to go.â
âDigits?â he said, holding up his phone.
âAbsolutely not.â
âEmail address?â
âYeah, itâs Bex at why-wonât-you-leave-me-alone dot com.â
âIâll message you online, then.â
I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. âItâs a free country.â
âYouâre a mean one, Mr. Grinch,â he said, backing up toward the doors. They opened with a whoosh . He pulled up his collar. âIâll fix it for you. Hand on my heart, Bex Adams, I will fix it.â
8
I stared at my phone, which was propped on the pencil ledge of my drafting table. Any second now, it would morph into a rabbit and Iâd know Iâd been dreaming. But, no, it remained a phone, and if I needed further proof I was experiencing reality, I got it from the rapid-fire drumbeats of Heathâs metal blasting through the floorboards; he didnât work at the vetâs office on Mondays.
The impossible phone call Iâd just received was from Dr. Sheridanâs assistant, Henry. He said the director had âreconsideredâ my âquery,â and could I come in tomorrow night at six? I was assigned to Simon Gan, a physical therapy student who was earning independent research credits with three other grad students who met on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 6:00 to 8:00 p.m. in the otherwise empty lab. I could draw under his supervision unless my presence detracted from their research.
âI promise it will not,â Iâd told Henry before he thanked me and hung up.
But now that the reality of what wasâreally!âhappening settled in, my brain scrambled to see how this would fit in with
Patricia Engel
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Charlaine Harris
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