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if it was standing room only.
    Wesley labored to steady the bike and get it going before straightening the handlebars when momentum finally took over. He pedaled down the walk and over the curb.
    "Hold on!"
    Taylor tightened her grip on his skinny shoulders as they banked around the corner and into the parking lot. Wesley was the only part of her life that still felt right. He was the rock she could hold onto, but as they sped out of the parking lot and into the street, Taylor was beginning to wonder if eventually she would have to let this new Wesley Bates go.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    AN HOUR LATER, Wesley was pounding on the library's wooden doors before yanking on their brass handles in frustration. The door barely gave an inch and rattled in its frame, clearly locked from the other side. He kicked the door angrily as Taylor walked through the grass to peer through one of the building's windows.
    "Well?" Wesley asked.
    "I can't see a thing."
    "Great! Who's closed at eleven o'clock in the morning?"
    "Maybe they've closed for good."
    Taylor pointed into the parking lot where several workmen in orange vests were milling about alongside construction equipment and several large dumpsters. Wesley's eyes moved straight for the tall crane with a wrecking ball hooked to its chain.
    "Why are they here? That's still a couple months away."
    Wesley started around the corner, careful as he stepped through a flowerbed that bordered the building.
    "Let's try around back."
    Taylor was reluctant but followed all the same. This was starting to feel a lot like trespassing to her. When she found Wesley crouched near a bush trying to pry open a skinny basement window, it felt like something even worse: breaking-and-entering.
    "What are you doing?"
    "What's it look like?" Wesley answered. "We can't let one locked door stop us. Besides," he came to his feet when the window wouldn't budge, "getting in will probably be the easy part."
    Taylor watched Wesley size things up, his eyes gleaming when they landed on one of the large stones at the base of a tree just a few feet away.
    "Wes? No."
    "Pretty soon this place won't even be here." He knelt beneath the tree, rocked the heavy stone onto its side then struggled to lift it. "Think of this as... early demolition."
    "Swiping Randy's bike was one thing," Taylor reasoned. "Actually, that was kinda fun. But this? They've already called the police on us once this week."
    "What else we gonna do?"
    Taylor let her gaze fall, the corner of her lip curling into a small frown. "It's just not right."
    "Sometimes we have to do things that aren't right, Tay." His tone was soft yet somehow stern, the manner parents often taken when trying to make a point with their children. "How many times have we been told to keep our hands to ourselves? A million? Didn't stop you from doing a little dance when I belted Randy, did it?"
    "That was different."
    "So is this."
    Taylor looked away.
    Those kids were playing tug-o-war again.
    "Fine," she said. "Just not one of the stained glass windows. They look expensive and old and... too pretty to break."
    Wesley'd been fighting the rock with both hands, a struggle that left the front of his shirt covered in mud. He lifted the stone, his tiny wrist wavering beneath its weight, then sent it crashing through the glass and into the dark room on the other side. A crooked grin cropped up on his face as he moved to inspect his work, eyes fixed on the jagged glass that remained in the window's frame.
    "Careful," Taylor reminded.
    Wesley hurried to a nearby tree, broke off a low hanging branch and used the heavy stick to break the remaining glass from the frame. "There," he said. "Happy?"
    "What if someone heard?"
    "Then they should have answered the door."
    "Okay," Taylor smirked. "Here, I'll lower you down."
    A tinge of worry showed on Wesley's face. "But I thought—"
    "I'm still stronger than you, kid. You couldn't hold me if you tried."
    Taylor saw hurt in Wesley's eyes and worried she may