CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Alex sorted books in the backroom, Chris poked his head in to say, "Your buddy is here."
"My buddy? Suzie's corgi?"
Chris snorted. "No, not a dog. The teenage girl who keeps coming around. You know, the super tall one who's always hunched over, staring at her feet?"
Chris spoke in a low tone, although Alex still shushed him. "It's hard being a teenager," she admonished him.
"Oh, you think I don't know that? I was literally stuffed into lockers in high school, like some John Hughes movie."
"Seriously? You fit into a locker?"
"I was a scrawny kid." Chris flexed his bicep. "Good luck getting me into one now."
Alex rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. "I'm sure Malcolm appreciates the effort."
"Gotta keep my man happy, duh."
Alex forced herself to finish the
