"Everyone likes butter." The muffin inches closer and this time she reaches out and quickly plucks it from my hand. "And besides, if you eat a cupcake now you won't have enough calories left to eat a brownie later."Pearl loves brownies."Don't give me any of that calorie-counting shit," the older woman says waving her hand in my direction as if I'm a fly set to land on her teacup. "I haven't counted calories for at least thirty years and I'm not about to start now. When I die I want to be so fat I take up two caskets.""Pearl..." I say shaking my head. She's anything but fat and could probably eat thirty brownies without gaining a pound. Some people are blessed like that. I'm not one of them. I eat a brownie on Monday and by Tuesday I have an extra roll on my hip."All the young people in this town are dying way too early in life. It's wasteful, so eat the brownies now before they find your chocolate-deprived body somewhere." Her words on the outside don't seem to have an inne
"Coming out!" Katy yells as she pushes through the swinging metal doors with her back, carrying a large tray of the chocolate goodness. The tray gets placed on the counter and I quickly grab three or four... Okay fine, six, and place them in one of the brown paper bags we use for the customers.The best thing about working for the bakery? Anessa doesn't care if we eat as long as we don't eat everything. She put in that small stipulation after Tabitha and Katy ate an entire batch of cookies one afternoon. I don't mean an entire batch like you make in your house on the weekend. These are industrial sized batches of chocolate chip cookies. The two of them didn't eat anything with sugar for the next week. It was like a drunk who drinks too much and promises they are never going to drink alcohol again. And like a binge drinker, they eventually fell off the wagon, but no one has dared to eat so much in one shift since.Katy pops one of the warm cookies in her mouth and then has to leave
Huxley nods as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the parking spot. He's blissfully unaware of the turmoil his words created.Huxley didn't fly to the Pelican Bay airport on his way here. He rented a car and drove from the larger airport in Portland. He's never been to the Pelican Bay airport, which means he doesn't realize the place is barely an airport. I'm not sure if it's even legally called one. One of the landing strips is just dirt and grass. It's not even paved. Only a few planes ever fly in and out of the airport — if I'm forced to call it that — most of them local small prop planes flown by residents in the city for fun. I saw a FedEx plane there once, but not a real plane. The plane I was expecting to ride in. A big one with seat belts, and oxygen masks, and a drink cart.Images of James, the pilot who flew me to the small island on my trip to Hawaii, come back to memory. He's also the reason I'm currently going to church every Sunday because I made a promise on
The city lights of Vegas stream by like one of those slow-motion pictures sold at all the tourist traps. Huxley slows the car and turns to the right when I point out the driveway to the apartment complex. One building down, at the end of a short little hallway, I shared a one-bedroom apartment with Archer.It feels weird being back. Like my past and present are colliding and there's nothing I can do to get out of the way. I have to brace for impact and hope no one walks away with a broken bone or worse — a broken heart.The sky is dark and many of the apartment lights have shut off for the evening. This end of the city away from the strip feels weird as well. There are no bright glowing lights and nobody is pumping in the sounds of coins hitting on slot machine trays. They moved to audio equipment to create the same feel of winning for people even though all the slot machines in Vegas now work on a credit system. You put in your money, but all you get out is a slip of paper that te
It's not that people in Vegas are more suspicious of cops than other people in the country. It's that the cops here... leave a bit to be desired. I'm sure it's because they live in the world full of sin and have their hands full, but most people in our apartment complex aren't going to willingly give out information or turn someone over to the police. We don't work that way. Even the law-abiding ones of us know what it takes to survive in the desert."Yeah, I saw Archer the other day." One of the neighbors leans against his doorway not letting Huxley see inside his apartment as he answers. I'm surprised he gives this much. My ears immediately perk up to hear better. Robert shared a wall with us for the last two years but we never really talked to him. Archer helped one of them move a couch once, but that's about it."He say anything to you last time he saw him?" Huxley asks."He borrowed thirty bucks from me and said he was going to... Somewhere on the East Coast."Huxley's onc
He tilts his head, his eyes widening as he waits. The small borough of excitement flutters alive in my chest. At the same time, it doesn't seem as late anymore and I'm not quite as tired as I was a few minutes ago.But a girl doesn't give in that easily."You might be able to persuade me."Huxley smirks, his lips pinched together but still happy. "What about you take off your pants and lie in the bed and we'll see if I can talk you into it?" He tugs his shirts from his chest. The hard lines of muscle shimmer in the lights as his body flexes with the movement. I lick my lips looking at the tone muscles he received either in the military or working on a farm in Hawaii. I don't care where they came from. I'm only glad they're mine.I sit on the bed not ready for our game to end. "And what if I don't? Will you make me?""Maybe I will." He stalks to the edge using slow and deliberate steps.A shudder runs through my body the closer he gets until we're a hair's breadth away. Huxl
"Glad you guys could make it before dinner," she says wiping her hands on a white lace apron wrapped around her waist. "We need to get it now before it gets cold.""Hush, Kimmy. We're getting reacquainted," her mother says."Seems like we can get acquainted at the dining room table just as easily as out here in the heat," she says not wasting any time walking back into the farmhouse.It is a little hot. Especially since it's only May. We stopped wearing jackets in Pelican Bay, but that doesn't mean it's warm there. Anytime the snow melts off the ground and temps hit above fifty, people in Maine act like its summer, but I'm still freezing there.Huxley leads us into the house and into a large room off the living room. A table big enough to seat twelve fills the space and his sister drops off two additional plates, the ceramic clinking against the wood as she haphazardly drops each one."I thought there was a chance you'd make it, so I made your favorite," Huxley's mom says bri
"Don't respond," Huxley says reading the text message over my shoulder."Hey!" I pull the phone away from his view. I wouldn't hide it anyway, so there's no need for him to go snooping. "Don't you think I should ask where he is?"Huxley narrows one eye, staring at me, but not seeing me as he thinks. "Yes, but only say that, 'where are you?' And nothing else."I grit my teeth enough it stops me from rolling my eyes. I'll chalk it up to him being tense because of the situation not because he thinks I'm a moron who can't handle a simple message."You want me to send it for you?" he asks when I don't immediately type out the message.Remember, he is under a lot of stress, Winnie. You can't fault him for wanting to keep you safe.I give myself the reminder twice more before I'm ready to look in his eyes without screaming and shaking him by the shoulders. Then I calmly respond as I send the message to Archer.WINNIE: Where are you?His reply comes in less than a minute as Hux