those little yellow goodies." The guy tapped his finger against
y evening just before closing time. All of my classes at the nearby college
bout the banana pe
ies? Where did he
ellow, and the sign on the gl
's friend tapped the glass
efore sliding down the counter and adding the ridiculous a
sandwiches long enough to call out to the rest
ther." A guy a little way
ake things easier.
the sandwich shop, and
ntire football team come in
ctive men. We were supposed to be closing in ten minutes
g the buttons on the checkout scr
weet guys? They were my jam. The less ego, the better. If I ever se
then went back to the beginning
eese, tri
continued working through the last few sandwiches. I was reaching for y
ndwich on
The other guys hooted a
another tall, gorgeous dude who undoubtedly spent way t
his changed going from a
eesy bread, scra
lips parted, and something that sound
e of the other
glass separating us. I took a step back. Wh
epared for an emergency, so I booked it straight through the back door. I didn't have a car c
ht my bicep, spinning me around. I crashed into
t as fast. Without the glass between
the cops," I threatened, tryi
and deep. Like an animal. It soun
was trying
British or Austral
n slang from across the
with a sharp snapping sound and a pained yell-howl. I tried to ju
We need to move," the guy
rain process
e big white kidnapper van parked outside the sandwich shop. I shouted for help as I fought
he middle seat, then buckled me in and turned to help the o
and dragged me back, buckling the
right now," he warned
against the seatbelt, but he wa
shuddered at the sound of cracking bones. My entire focus was on
nother guy
e seatbelt hard enough to be glad I was we
nd I finally stopped fighting
aw made me w
Guy was half hum
ose freaky red eyes staring at me as his body ben
I asked, "What t
atbelt answered with a