Greg kept to the shadows after locking the door behind the last customers. It was almost eleven; the Baxters had taken their time. Jessica and Monica Baxter walked across Beach Way. Except Jessica didn’t walk. She…
He wasn’t sure what she did, but it was doing strange things to his thoughts.
Her sudden reappearance had hit him as hard as any slap—and he’d earned a few before he’d learned decent manners while still a high school sophomore. Seeing her so out of the blue took him back to when he was in seventh-grade and she was already an over tall and impossibly sophisticated fifteen; even then she’d had an amazing sense of style that set her apart from all of the other girls. That was the age when he’d started thinking that girls weren’t just different than boys, but that the differences
