Then she turned the tables on him, asking him questions about his business, her questions surprisingly insightful and intelligent. Clearly she was wasted in that diner. So what was she doing there? He wanted to ask, but what if she retreated again? Turned defensive? It was honest work, even if it was beneath her.
“Do your hours change or do you always work nights?” he finally asked, moving in on his next objective in tracking her down today.
A slow blink. “I always work nights.” She forked some burrito into in her mouth and chewed slowly. When she’d swallowed, she added, “I like having my days free.”
“You’ve certainly made good use of your time.”
“That was the goal.”
Again he had to bite back the urge to ask her why she had sold herself so cheap.
“Will you have dinner with me tonight
