Joe broke into a slightly goofy grin, his gaze lingering over Lyta.
They'd grown up together, the three of them, Lyta, Misha, and Joe. Inseparable best friends. The Official Junior X-Scout Troop. He remembered when Lyta's telepathy had started to kick in. The first thought she'd picked up had been theirs. In the other room. With a Playboy. That had her mother in it.
Awkward.
She'd been the girl he'd jumped off the roof for. And she still was. Even if he'd fixed her hair dryer a dozen in times in one week after she burned out the heating coils drying her feathers.
"Hey yourself," he said.
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