On the Fence by Kasie West Read Free Book Online

arm and she twisted it, palm up, then sprayed a small amount on my wrist.
    She put her arm next to mine. “You’re tan.”
    “My mother was Mexican.” I bit down on my tongue, hoping she didn’t catch the was I threw in there. I didn’t want to have to explain that word. Especially not when I kind of told Linda my mother was alive.
    “Ah. Well, that makes sense.” She smiled, then smelled my wrist and curled her lip. “No on that scent.” She replaced the bottle, then sighed. “I think I will try the duct tape idea after all. It could look really good with these boots.”
    “Will you be able to get them off?”
    She laughed. “Eventually.” She headed toward the back.
    I wondered why she always came that way. She obviously had a key, but if she was coming from her shop a couple of doors down, wouldn’t it be just as easy to walk in the front door?
    “Thanks for the good idea, Charlie.” She paused for a moment. “By the way, you look really cute.”
    She left, and I looked down at my outfit—a pair of jeans and a satiny black shirt with a little lace around the neckline. I had worn my tennis shoes in to work and Linda immediately called a friend, who brought over a pair of black sandals. Apparently I had committed a fashion foul with my shoes. All I cared about was that the sandals were super comfortable.
    A while later, Linda came back into the store carrying a handful of colorful leaflets and ads.
    “What are those?”
    She spread them out on the counter next to the register. “Makeup ads.” She held one up. “I think I’m going to carry some designer makeup in the store. A girl came by the other day and asked if I’d be interested. I think it will drum up some business. What do you think?”
    “I have no opinion in these types of matters. I’m clueless. But I guess it can’t hurt to offer a bigger variety of items.”
    “Exactly. Hopefully we’ll get crossover traffic. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. The girl is going to come in and do a demonstration. She’s thinking about offering weekly makeup classes to draw people in. You get to be her blank canvas for the class.”
    She said it so casually that I didn’t catch the meaning at first.
    When I realized what she’d said, my hand froze above the ad it had been reaching for. “Wait, what?”
    “You’ll just have to sit there. You won’t even have to say a word.”
    “No way. Nuh-uh. You should have Skye do it. She was just in here a little while ago.”
    “I would, but Skye works on Saturdays. Plus, I think you’d be better at it.”
    “In what universe? No way.”
    She took a breath and then closed her eyes. Holding her hands about an inch from her body, she ran them from her head to her waist, then opened her eyes like nothing had happened. “Just think on it. I will give you a split commission for whatever we make from the class.” She swooshed her hands back and forth in front of me as though clearing away some invisible dust, hoping to give her idea a clear lane to my brain. “Just think on it.” She handed me one of the makeup pamphlets.
     
    Back home, I walked the path up to the house, staring at the girl on the front. She was coated in makeup. More makeup than I had ever seen on a face in real life. It did not look pleasant to me at all. I sighed and opened the door.
    A Nerf gun was shoved into my hand, and Braden grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the dark front room, pushing me up against the wall. “You are now on my team,” he whispered, no more than two inches from my face. A piece of his reddish-brown hair flopped into his eye and he pushed it back. “Three shots equal death.” He grabbed the pamphlet and the bag full of my work clothes out of my hand and flung them onto the couch five feet away. The makeup ad didn’t quite make it and fluttered to the ground in front of the couch.
    “You ready?” he asked, stepping back in front of me. He was so close that his hip brushed against my