Four hours later, he wished for toothpicks to prop his eyelids open. He rose from his chair and sauntered toward the elves that stood by the display's Christmas tree as they ogled Shannon and made small talk with her. Spinelli's pure exhaustion did not prevent his jealous juices from finding their way to the surface.
Loukas, the Greek's muscleman, nudged his way between Spinelli and Shannon, scowled at Spinelli, then grunted in the direction of the elves. "You guys have fifteen minutes."
The elves' moods instantly turned somber and they ended their conversation and headed toward the employee locker room. Spinelli and Shannon followed close behind. Shannon slipped into the lady's locker room and Spinelli into the men's. He sat on the bench and began the difficult task of removing his blac
