I hide the book behind my back.
Beau gives me a flat look that screams, Really?
Archer still looks like he wants to set the building on fire.
“Need some tips, Nanny?” Beau asks. “That little Tide boy not pleasing you enough?”
Tide? What the hell does Tide have to do with anything? “None of your business.”
I say it to get them to butt out. What I do, or read, or enjoy has nothing to do with them. But Beau only seems more bemused. Archer meanwhile is tensing every single muscle in his body.
He suddenly starts forward.
I don’t want to cower to him, but some of my survival instinct kicks in and I step backwards. I don’t get far before I back straight into a makeshift wall of impulse-buys the store has set up to define the checkout lines.
Archer just keeps coming. He reaches out and gra
