suspected, was Laurel's weight. Because she weighed well over two hundred pounds, Laurel seemed to believe no guy would want to be with her. It didn't help that she wore her thin, stringy blond hair long and straight and didn't wash it often. Her entire wardrobe consisted of jeans, T-shirts - most of them with either dumb or offensive slogans - and the occasional blouse. All of Alix's efforts to get her into leather and black pants had failed. Still, no matter how much she weighed or how she dressed, Laurel deserved better treatment than John gave her.
Even if John had been a different kind of guy, Alix wouldn't have been interested. She had her eye on someone else. She'd made a point of being at the counter when he came in recently and learned his name was Jordan Turner. In the looks department, he wasn't anything special. Just a regular guy, clean-cut but with a nice smile and warm brown eyes. His rental history told her he didn't go for kinky stuff the way Laurel's sick puppy did. Jordan didn't watch over-the-top violent movies, either. His last visit, he'd checked out True Lies and Dumb and Dumber, pretty tame compared to what Lover Boy chose. She'd once known a guy named Jordan Turner, but that was in sixth grade. She'd really liked him. His dad was a minister and she'd gone to church a few times because Jordan had asked her to. So, in a way, her first "date" had been at a church. Now, that was a laugh!
"Cover for me," Laurel said from behind her.
"Laurel," Alix protested, biting off a warning. She hated this because she knew exactly what happened when Laurel and John slipped inside the back office and locked the door.
John watched his sicko sex videos, then returned to the video store all hot and bothered and gave Laurel ten minutes of his time. He left full of promises to take her out, which he had on rare occasions, paying her just enough attention to keep her dangling. The guy was a loser, but if Laurel didn't see that, she wasn't going to listen to anything Alix had to say.
"I won't be long," her friend promised, giggling as she hurried toward the back of the store, leading John by the hand.
At least it wasn't busy. By nine in the evening, most people who were going to rent movies had already done so. There were only four or five customers browsing among the shelves.
Involved in her thoughts, Alix was surprised when she glanced up to find the very guy who'd been on her mind. Jordan Turner was standing at the counter.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to startle you."
Caught off guard, Alix needed a moment to control her reaction. She shrugged, then asked in as casual a voice as she could manage, "Can I help you?"
"Would you please check to see if The Matrix is available?"
"Yeah, sure." Alix turned to the computer keyboard and typed in the movie title. Although no one would guess - she hoped - her heart was hammering wildly. She hadn't expected Jordan on a Thursday night. He almost always came in on Tuesdays.
"I looked on the shelf, but there doesn't seem to be a copy."
"They're all rented," Alix told him, staring at the computer screen. "Would you like me to recommend another movie along the same lines?"
He considered her offer, then shook his head. "No, thanks." He put Catch Me If You Can on the counter and paid for the rental. Before she could think of anything to delay him, he was gone.
Laurel reappeared at the counter, John in tow. She had a hickey on her neck and her blouse was misbuttoned. Alix glared at John who glared back, and whispered something to Laurel. Alix couldn't hear what he was saying, but she could guess. Laurel shook her head adamantly.
John was out of the store a minute later but not soon enough to suit Alix.
"I'm meeting him after work," Laurel informed her in a righteous tone. "He's taking me to dinner." Her eyes challenged Alix to say anything negative about John now, but Alix wasn't taking the bait.
"He certainly seems to be in a good mood," she muttered sarcastically.
"He is," Laurel said. "He sold a car today and we're going out to celebrate."
"You might want to fix your blouse before you leave the store."
"Oh," Laurel said, looking down. Her fingers immediately went to work righting the last three buttons. "Thanks."