She sighed, and laid down beside him again. “I don’t know, Sam. I’m not thinking clearly right now anyway. How do I know you won’t just up and leave one day?”
“I guess you don’t. I don’t know how to convince you, either.”
They were silent again for a long, long moment.
“What the hell do you do?” Claudia asked at last.
“What?”
“What do you do for a living, Sam? I don’t know anything about you, really.”
“Oh,” he shrugged. “I’m a consulting engineer, Red. Major construction, worldwide.”
“You’re kidding!”
He laughed ruefully. “No, I ain’t. I’ve got my own agency, and I’m very good at what I do. I can pick and choose my jobs, set my own hours, live like I want between jobs.”
“You had me thinking you were some kind of biker-bum, maybe doing a little smuggling on the side for cash or som
