You Shouldn't Have Come Here

by Jeneva Rose

“Whoa!” Joe took a step to the side and looked behind me. “Who is that?” I turned around and saw Grace laying out a towel on the ground. She bent over, her whole behind in view, and placed a book on the ground. Then she straightened the towel and laid down on her back. Joe’s eyes slithered over Grace. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. “Hey.” I patted the side of his cheek. “That’s my guest. I told you about her last night. She’s the one with the car trouble.” Joe let out a high-pitched whistle. “They don’t make them like that around here.” I shifted and stood in front of him, blocking his view. “Stop. She’s a lady.” “She’s a knockout.” He tried to get another look at her, but I blocked him. I folded my arms across my chest. “I’m going to knock you out if you don’t stop making eyes at her.” Joe’s face turned serious. “You like her?” he said in a low voice. “She’s only here ’til Wednesday.” “That didn’t answer my question.” I shrugged. “Maybe.” Joe patted my shoulder, and his eyes glistened. “I’m glad you’re moving on.”