Chapter Thirteen

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WILLOW'S POV

I stood at the top of the counter, hands on my waist as I overlooked the whole arcade. It was nine am on Saturday morning and I was more than ready to get work. Charlie was already engrossed in a comic book, Jack was looking for a drill in his tool box and I was armed with a cloth and window cleaner wondering where to begin. It was going to be a lot of work but I was determined as my job security depended on how fast I could get the place up and running. The door opened and I turned to tell the customer that we were closed but stopped myself when I saw who it was. Henry strolled in dressed in a black t-shirt, blue denim jacket and black jeans. He looked up and was surprised to see me but that look only lasted a second before it was replaced by his resting nonchalant face.

"Henry, hi. What are you doing here so early?"I asked my words coming out more choked up than I intended them to be.

"Free labor."He replied shortly.

I had no idea Jack had told him about our work for the day but I wasn't going to complain, the more help we got the better. Even if that help came from the one person who I still hadn't figured out how to relate to him.

"Perfect the more the merrier."I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

"Willow what are you doing at the top of that counter? You could get hurt."Jack scolded resurfacing from the back.

"Just getting a lay of the land."I replied with a cheeky grin.

"Please do that from down here."Jack requested ushering me down.

"You're no fun."I grunted jumping off the counter.

"I'm still your boss so no more shenanigans. Now let's get to work. Thank for for coming Henry."Jack expressed sharing a man hug with Henry.

"I had nothing better to do anyway. So where do you want me?"Henry asked shrugging off his Jacket leaving him in a black tank top.

I had only seen him in hoodies so seeing his arms exposed like that kind of stirred something in me. He wasn't muscular like his brother, but was lean with the right kind of muscle. His skin was tan and perfect. Heavens me, was I having a girl crush moment on Henry? Oh no. I needed to get as far away from him as possible before things escalated and I made a fool out of myself.

"I'll start with the spare room. You boys knock yourselves out with the store."I declared hightailing out of there before anyone could say another word to me.

I refused to admit that I found Henry attractive. I mean I found his identical twin repulsive so how could I be attracted to Henry. To most girls he was the watered down version of his brother but I had been seconds away from drooling all over his toned arms. I didn't even like white guys so what was so different about Henry. Was I into brooding nerdy sexy white boys with messed up families? There was something wrong with me.

Refusing to let Henry dominate my thoughts, I dived into work. I wanted to transform the spare room into a hang out spot with a few sofas, bean bags, a dartboard, the foosball table I had found stashed in the store room and the slushie machine I had talked Jack into trading in for one of the outdated games. It wasn't a fair trade but the game wasn't going to be sold anyway. Someone had been willing to trade for it so we made the deal. Time lapsed as I got busy and the world around me faded into the background.

"Willow!"Someone yelled out my name startling me.

That was a bad idea on their part as I had been standing on top of a stool cleaning the windows. I jumped in fright, lost my footing and fell backwards. I had expected to fall on the floor and break my back but I landed on something soft. No, not Henry's arms, nothing soft about them. I fell on the sofa that I'd failed to notice was behind me.

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