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“Not what?”

“Whatever. Forget it.”

“No. You started this. Not what?”

“Not… Way women.”

“Way women, huh?”

“Yeah. I see enough of them. I don’t like them. I like… nice girls.”

I guffaw at that. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“What? I just like the sweet ones.”

“No sweet girl in her right mind is dating Johnny Boston!”

“I don’t date them.”

“They’re not fucking you either! You such-and-such liar!”

We’ve reached the door to the boutique so we stop. He grabs the handle, but doesn’t pull it open.

“I’ll give you points for the last half of that remark. But it doesn’t really count because of the first

part.”

“OK.” I laugh. “Noted.” I grab his hand and pull the door open myself.

CHAPTER ELEVEN - JOHNNY

I wait near the cashier while Megan shops for shoes. The cashier dude recognizes me from

earlier and says, “Everything deliver fine?” in his Caribbean accent.

“Yeah,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, still kinda moody from that weird conversation I

just had with an almost-total stranger. What the fuck was I thinking, telling her that shit?

I like the nice ones? I like the sweet ones?

Johnny, man. Put your head back on straight. This might not feel like a job, but this is a fucking

job. Everyone is counting on me to find Charlotte, bring her back to the City, and then ruin the entire

Way organization.

Well, they can’t really expect that, right? Like… no one really thinks we’re going to dismantle this

thing, do they? Are they that naive? That clueless?

I mean, the best I can hope for is a little disruption. Like how Logan did it. He bided his time,

helped some other dude take out the boss, and then he earned his freedom.

Earning our freedom. That’s the only possible way this works.

“OK, these will do.” Megan plops a pair of sandals on the counter that look suspiciously like the