Getting stuck working a double shift blows.

Getting stuck when the second half of your double is the graveyard shift at a 24-hour pharmacy sucks and blows. Not only was I working ten to six, but my only coworker had called to say she’d be a few hours late.

The only other person in the store was the lone pharmacist who looked like he’d fallen asleep reading a magazine.

I busied myself putting out the summer merchandise. Lawn chairs, citronella candles, bug spray, and flip flops, all the while wondering why the hell pharmacies carried these things. But a buck was a buck and the stuff sold, so there you have it.

The bell on the door dinged and I turned, hoping it was Rita arriving for her shift, not late after all. But it wasn’t. It was a tall guy with black hair and eyes as... Leer Más