Games of the Heart
Come on, you stupid thing," Sage Collins grumbled, huffing vigorously. "I gave you my change, now give me my damn Kit Kat candy bar!" Forgetting that she was at Indianapolis's illustrious Westchester Academy, and that impressionable young children were milling about, she smacked the vending machine glass powerfully with her right palm. "I want my chocolate bar and I want it now, you good for nothing piece of—"
"What's going on here?" demanded a voice behind her.
Sage didn't bother to turn around. Her eyes were fixed on the chocolate bar, held captive between a jumbo bag of Cheetos cheese puffs and a can of roasted peanuts.
"Do I need to get security?"
Now the man had her attention. Sage tossed a look over her shoulder and quickly regarded the taller-than-average brother. He was a giant of a man. Built like an NFL linebacker, but without the jiggly beer belly and menacing stare, he had extrawide shoulders, ripped forearms and a pair of strong, sturdy legs. Staggered by his height, but not the least bit intimidated by his brisk tone, she expelled a breath. "This machine sucks," she told him, sweeping her bangs off her forehead. "If I had matches, I'd torch it."
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