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maybe you can finally stop.
    She knew, deep down, that it wasn’t true.
    For a couple of moments, her eyes scanned the bottles. Even though she’d been through this liquor store a lot lately, she never really went to the liquor store, and she was kind of surprised at the sheer selection.
    What’s an acai berry? she wondered. Is it good? Does it make vodka taste good?
    She heard the thumping up the stairs too late, and had just turned toward the door when the St. Pauli girl swung toward her.
    It was the fighter. Grey swallowed, trying to stand up straight, jutting her chin out.
    He stopped and the door swung shut behind him. For a moment, he and Grey just watched each other.
    “Hey, man,” said the clerk.
    The fighter slid his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket and nodded at the clerk.
    “Hey,” he said.
    Then he looked at Grey.
    “You all right?” he asked.
    “Yeah,” she said, her own hands in her pockets, balled into fists. “I’m fine.”
    “You ran out of there like a frightened rabbit,” he said.
    “Well, a guy named Shovel wanted me to take my shirt off,” she said, feeling a little defensive.
    The guy laughed.
    “I didn’t mean any offense,” he said. “Shovel’s an asshole, but you want to know a secret about him?”
    Grey felt herself relax a little. Maybe this guy wasn’t just going to make a play for her as well.  
    Maybe he had actually just wanted Shovel to quit harassing her.
    “Sure,” she said.
    “His name’s really Norbert,” he said. “Next time he’s a dick to you, just remember: Norbert.”
    Grey couldn’t help but smile up at the guy.
    “Norbert,” she said. “I’d go by Shovel too.”
    “I’m Isaac, by the way,” the guy said. At last, he let a smile spread across his face, crinkling the skin near his eyes just a little.  
    Grey felt herself blush.
    “Grey,” she said, taking his hand. It was hard and strong, the palm covered with callouses and the back covered in scars. He shook her hand, squeezing it just hard enough, and a warm tingle moved through her body until she had to look away.
    Don’t even think about it, she told herself. Don’t think about his cute smile, or how you can see his muscles through his t-shirt, or how you could totally bury your hands in his hair and definitely do not think about how he was just willing to kick someone’s ass for you.
    “You new in town?” Isaac asked. He put his hands back in his pockets, standing casually in the middle of the vodka aisle.
    “I moved here a couple of months ago, right before the school year started,” Grey said. “I teach kindergarten.”
    Isaac chuckled.
    “Kindergarten by day and illicit poker games by night,” he said, shaking his head. “You teach the kids to count cards?”
    Grey smiled and blushed again.
    “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t be here,” she said. “I have a feeling the PTA wouldn’t be too happy if they found out.”
    “That a woman of questionable morals was teaching their kids? Yeah, probably,” he said, still grinning.
    “Hey,” Grey said. “My morals are just fine.” She paused, then had to smile. “You know, except for the part where I go to seedy back rooms and get threatened by men named Shovel.”
    “Well, my lips are zipped,” said Isaac. “Can I give you a ride home or anything?”
    Grey shook her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “No thanks, I’ve got my car here,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”
    Isaac nodded.
    “Thanks for the offer, though,” Grey said.
    I should have taken him up on it, she thought. I bet he’s got a motorcycle or something, and on the way home I’d get to hang onto him, his back between my knees...
    Her face was on fire.
    “No problem,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”
    He raised one eyebrow.
    “If not here, then somewhere,” Grey said. “It’s a small town.”
    “True,” Isaac said.
    Then he nodded and went back through the door with the St. Pauli girl on the front.
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