Grimacing, I glanced over at Tanner who rolled up beside me. He flashed me a commercial white grin. The urge to punch him twisted in my gut, but it wasn’t like he stole my bike. Well…
“No,” he held up his hands, “I didn’t do it.”
Crossing my arms, I frowned. “I didn’t accuse you of anything.”
“Most probably tell you that you’ve got stone face, but your eyes are pretty expressive. Anyway, as I was saying, I thought you’d be interested to know why I was watching when I came the first day, but you just skedaddled off,” Tanner explained. He folded his hands on his lap. “So - you good for us to talk now?”
“Okay - now I’m going to ask if you stole my bike.”
Shaking his head, Tanner sigh...
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