To Candi, who loved this book first
My eyes burn a hole in the page. I should know this. I can usually dissect a science equation easily, but the answer isn’t coming to me. The bell on the door dings. I quickly tuck my homework beneath the counter and look up.
A guy on a cell phone walks in.
Not the cell phone part but the guy part. It isn’t that men don’t frequent the doll store— Okay, actually it is. Men don’t frequent the store. They are a rare sighting. When they do come in, they trail behind feminine types and look extremely self-conscious . . . or bored. This one is neither. He’s very much alone and confident. The kind of confidence only money can buy.