The morning disappeared in the blink of an eye. One moment, Gage was nervously studying the store, hoping he wouldn’t mess everything up, and the next he was standing in a tiny alcove near the back of the store, damp rag in hand, humming under his breath. The more time he spent around the antiques, the more confident he became. He even began to see them as individual objects, with their own beauty and history, rather than a bunch of horrible accidents waiting to happen. Gage was already looking forward to his next shift. And only partly because he liked the excuse it gave him to spend more time with Christopher.
He rubbed his neck absently, feeling a stab of guilt. Bodie had made it very clear exactly what he wanted from Gage—and Gage had promised it. That meant no watching Christopher wh
