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latest best seller, you best not come to me. I won’t chat you up and tell you how cute your kid is. I won’t smile and flirt. I won’t stroke your ego about the jewelry you are wearing or the shirt you have on. I will help you find what you need. I will recommend books and hell I even talk about what I liked about one book over another but all that other shit is just not my thing. I remember when I waltzed into the store to ask for a job. Sutton’s shiny bald head was barely visible from behind the counter and I waited for him to get up. He popped up from behind the counter and damn near had a fucking stroke. I guess he probably thought I was going to rob him or something. I looked like your typical homeless kid even though I did my best to clean up before I came to the store.
    “Geez, cool it chief. I’m not going to bite.” Sutton’s brow’s rocketed up his face at mock speed. I guess I surprised him with my mouth. It happens a lot.
    “And who the hell are you?”
    “Miss USA and you?”
    “Captain America. Can I help you?” I couldn’t help but giggle under my breath.
    “Fitting name. I want a job,” I state very matter of fact. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at me like I have sprouted a second head right in front of his eyes.
    “And why in the hell would I hire a bum?”
    “I can tell you why. I love books. Probably more than you. I have likely read every book in here at this very moment. I can tell you authors names along with their works off the top of my head. I live in a book most days and dream of them most nights. I’m honest. I know how to work my ass off and I wouldn’t bail on you. Clearly I am in no position to throw away a steady job. Not hiring me would be a loss on your part Captain. ”
    “Favorite author?”
    “J.D. Salinger.”
    “Catcher Rye huh?”
    “You got it.”
    “Fine. Your hired. But you have to clean yourself up more. I don’t want to smell you and neither do the customers. My granddaughter has left for college and she has old clothes in my attic. I can bring you some decent pants and shirts. Just this once though. Once you get your first pay check I’ll expect you to look presentable, girl.”
    “Jo. My name is Jo. Call me that or nothing at all.”
    “Fine. I’m Mr. Sutton. See you tomorrow morning, Jo. Don’t be late or I’ll fire you.”
    “I’ll be here, Captain.”
    I’m snapped out of my lamenting when my phone buzzes against my butt cheek. I stand and pull it from my pocket. I have a text from Mr. Tall, dark and handsome.
    Can I steal you away for lunch? Subs?
    I sigh. I honestly would love to see Damon right about now. I could use the distraction from this disaster, but I can’t go. I have entirely too much to do around here. I plan on conning Sutton into ordering takeout for us. He’ll do it. He always does. I send a text back.
    Sounds great but I can’t. Swamped here.
    I hate that I have to spend my lunch with Sutton instead of Damon. I am teetering on the edge of a total nuclear meltdown today. I am dealing with the after effects of the sixteenth anniversary of the accident, I had an awful nightmare reliving all those feelings of abandonment, and I agreed to…whatever with Damon. I feel so unlike myself and it’s fucking with my head. I could use a glass of wine or two. I stride over to Sutton’s office and walk right in. The old grump is knocked out cold in his old chair.
    “Sutton!” The old man lurches up out of his seat looking like he is going to have a coronary and I end up feeling just a tad guilty for startling him.
    “God-bless-it Jo! You scared the shit out of me.”
    “You wear those old man diapers so you’ll be okay. Are you going to order some lunch for your slave girl or shall I starve while you dash my hopes and dreams?”
    “Oh, cut the shit, Jo. You know this is hard on me too. What the hell do you want to eat?”
    “We can order Chinese from that place you like.”
    “Gives me heart