Chad was working the register when Kiko finished up the last book and returned it to the shelf, so he went over to where Dom was sticking hearts to the windows.
“I see Clark was trying to talk to you.”
“What an a-hole. He’s still over there, waiting for me to go over and spill my guts in a puddle of tears,” said Dom, pointing toward the tables. Kiko sighed.
“I’ll handle it.”
Dom glared and smacked a heart on the window. Clark undoubtedly said something offensive. Recently he’d been taking on more and more of the top stories and leaving the boring articles to his interns, which was unfortunate for the Mount Angus community, as Clark had a certain style of interviewing people. He led with being sympathetic because he thought it would make people talk; unfortunately, he was awful at fakin
