Chapter 3Jace stared into his drawer. The pen was in the wrong place, and his bag of pretzels was more or less empty. He slammed it closed with a bang and went to the supply closet. Andrea frowned at him. “You okay?”
“He used my pen.” And had eaten his pretzels.
Andrea winced, and he tried taking calming breaths. In the supply closet, he grabbed one pen of every kind they had and a notepad, then signed for all things with his name on the sheet by the door—he never took things from the supply closet so no one would be upset he did now.
He walked back to their desk with a banging heart and put everything into Paxton’s drawer. Then he went back to the supply closet and typed Paxton’s name on the label maker. He held the label up to Andrea as he passed, and she grinned and shook her head.
