Chapter 96

• Gideon
• I smiled. Jesus, this guy. What was it about him? “No, it wasn’t rude. I like that you say what you’re thinking. I came over to see if there’s anything I can help with. I’m not sure what your plans for the store are, but if you need a ride to your hotel or whatever, I can do that.” Basically, I’d help him today or any other day was what I was trying to say, but suddenly I couldn’t seem to speak coherently.
• He cocked his head slightly. His auburn hair was short and styled neatly. He didn’t run his hands through it like I did. Somehow, I knew that wasn’t something Ralph ever did when he was uncomfortable or unsure. Freckles danced across his nose and cheekbones. He had wide doe eyes, the color of the sky on a perfect spring day, and apparently the ability to inspire poetry-like thoughts because I sure as shit didn’t usually think of things that way.