He had his new aviator jacket on over the T-shirt he had bought in the previous store, making him a sexy, leggy, hunk o' pixy ass in jeans. Under the disguise amulet, Jenks looked very different with black hair and a darker complexion. He hadn't found any yesterday, and I needed it to finish this run and get the hell home. Hands behind his back, Jenks continued perusing the shelves looking for a chunk of bone. Between the blood loss and Ivy's force-fed Brimstone, I was damn tired. I puffed my air out and touched his shoulder to tell him it was okay. Tossing all three up high into the open second story, he seriously caught them one by one and set them back where they belonged. Jenks watched my mood, his roguish smile fading. Even so, the last thing I needed was to pay for broken merchandise. I was tired, hungry, and my new stitches hidden under my red turtleneck ached 'cause I was stupid and I deserved to hurt. I pointed at the handwritten sign with YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT on it. "What?" Grinning, Jenks tossed three ceramic bells into the air and juggled them. It was a pumpkin with a little cat beside it, and it reminded me of Rex. "Jenks, stop picking everything up before you break something," I said, then drew my hand back from one of the ceramic knickknacks neatly arranged on the store shelves.
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