Chapter 5

Aaron’s boutique screamed reflective glass. Glass shelves. Glass doors. Plastic desks and chairs that looked like glass. I had never seen so much glass in my life. Plus, the floor shined like an off-white subway tile, which looked similar to glass, but wasn’t.

Ginger walked out of the back room with Aaron Fairendale, his brother. Aaron gave Zeb a chest-to-chest hug and a kiss on his cheek. Then he squeezed Zeb’s bottom in a discreet action; something that I maybe shouldn’t have witnessed since it wasn’t any of my business. The owner of the boutique had short blond hair, green eyes, and a thin body. He looked more like a stick figure than a human. His head compared to that of a football and just as oddly shaped. Aaron stood at five-eight and wore a nicely trimmed goatee, expensive Italian shoes, and a bowtie that screamed strangely queer.