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“Put these on.”
Becky stared when Xavier dropped the diamond necklace on her lap.
“I thought you sold that,” she stammered.
“Haven’t you ever heard of a pawn shop?” he snapped back. “Put it on.”
She did what he said. The clasp was hard to manipulate in the back, and her wrist stung where he had twisted it earlier, but she finally managed.
How long had it been since she’d worn diamonds? That must mean a wealthy client tonight, right? A good sign. Because one high-paying date was infinitely better than a dozen low-paying ones.
A high-paying date might even mean a real meal at a real restaurant.
“Are we going out?” She hoped he didn’t hear the way her stomach grumbled. Hoped he didn’t see her mentally calculating how many granola bars Xavier could buy her if her date was a gen
