Janet waited until he was out of earshot, then turned to Wayne. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “That was getting embarrassing.”
“My pleasure. Always willing to help a lady in distress.”
“You don’t have to drive me home if you don’t want to,” she said. “I do have money for my own cab fare.”
“It’s no problem.”
“Well, I’m up near Pasadena, and I know you’re out in the Valley—”
“Look, I don’t want to replay that last scene with you. If you want to spend your money on cab fare I won’t arm wrestle you out of it.” Wayne paused. “But I really would like to drive you home, Janet.”
Janet opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again. When she finally did speak, her voice was softer.
“Sorry. I guess I was being too defensive. My nerves haven’t been all that hot in the past month, ever
