27 - Target
Josh was at the counter of the Tool Barn, paying for two cartons of plastic glasses and other necessities, when he spotted his new server through the front window. Rob was making small talk with one of the two pro-life zealots picketing the health center. He had a gaudy plastic bag in one hand.
He wondered if the redhead had taken a taxi to get here from the pier.
When he came out, with two extra-sized yellow plastic bags, Rob saluted one of the women, visibly pregnant, and hurried to his side.
“What are you doing here? I told you to get the day off.”
“Henry gave me a ride here.”
Then, Rob’s thin fingers closed around his wrist. He leaned over, his red curls brushing by his ear.
“Boss, we need to talk,” he said in a low voice.
The unexpected intimate contact made Josh r
