She kept her distance.
He did too.
Eye contact and then avoidance.
Through all this, over the years, even though he was bornthere and he knew a lot of people and there was more than a rare occasion he’drun into one of them, it was the first time he realized how small of a townDenver was, even if it was a big city.
But it wasn’t lost on him they had the same taste in music,food and social life.
It also wasn’t lost on him that was way cool and it wayfucking sucked because she was enjoying it, so was he, but never together.
He knew he should boss up, apologize for acting like anasshole and getting in her shit after she got back from college.
That said, she was the one who lowered the hammer, so on oneof those occasions they were in each other’s space, she could have bossed uptoo.
She didn’t.
And the longer she didn’t, he got to the point where he justwouldn’t.
So he didn’t either.
In the end, it wasn’t about bossing up.
In the end, it was about the fact he was on his bike and hesaw some kid motoring down the sidewalk, totally being chased.
And seconds later, he saw it was A doing the chasing.
So yeah.
No hesitation.
He waded right into that.
Fuckin’ A.
In both ways he could mean that.
Chapter One
Touché
Jagger
The kid took a turn at the end of the block, and Jagtook that turn on his bike.
He passed the kid, pulled up into a drive to cut him off,and to avoid Jag, the kid jetted right into the street.
Fuck.
Jag parked quickly, swung off and saw A racing across thestreet, following him.
In his motorcycle boots, Jag took off after her.
It was good he did.
She was losing steam.
The kid was not.
