On her way to the counter, she took a gander at Tanner.
He bent over and ran his hand across the tire tread then
stroked the chrome hub cap. She hoped he didn't get down
and crawl under the stupid thing. She shook her head and
walked on. . .straight into a mound of sturdy warm flesh.
Jenna cringed, then opened her eyes to find herself nose
to chest with a well formed male body. She felt her cheeks
flame with embarrassment. "I am so sorry." She answered
without looking up.
"No problem. . .Jenna."
The voice rang familiar. Jenna, in an instant,
felt a moment of mystical calm. A rightness in the world
kind of feeling. But, this feeling was instantly replaced
with full blown, blood draining, knee weakening
panic. "Tres." The word nearly choked her. Her heart beat
so rapidly she thought it might leap from her mouth if she
opened it again. She looked over her shoulder at Tanner.
Fortunately, he was still preoccupied with the Bat Mobile.
"So, how have you been?" He asked the question
slowly, with an emphasis on
each and every word. Jenna doubted the friendliness of
the question. It seemed more like the beginning of an
interrogation. Like where were you on the night of
September 7th? Simple question, kill yourself answer.
Jenna gulped. She'd declare the fifth if she had to.