Chapter 23

Now it’s Gavin’s turn to be surprised. “Really? You don’t look it. I mean, with the punk hair and the earrings, and your clothes.”

Brody smooths a hand down the front of his T-shirt. “This is just sort of left over from my teenage years. Everyone looks good in black, right? And it’s an easy look to maintain—doesn’t matter what I put on because it all matches. Scaring people away is just a side effect.”

“Aw, come on,” Gavin says, scooting even closer. His hip rests against the iPhone separating Brody’s end of the bench from his. “I don’t think you’re scary. You’re just…I don’t know, artistic.”

That earns him a smirk. “Yeah, right. You’re only saying that because you saw my sketchbook.”

Gavin thinks back to the realistic drawing Brody had been working on of Evie—just a few pencil strokes in and it was already evident who he was sketching. “No, man, you’re really good. And you haven’t had any training?”

“I just doodle,” Brody says, as if anyone can do what he does.