“Hm. Good question."
“You don't have the dream of the picket fence and kids in the yard?"
Grace did, but never expected it to happen. “Not sure that's in the cards for me."
Zach's smile this time was softer as if what she'd said appealed to him. “So what do you do, Miss Harmony?"
“Grace, please. I have a feeling we'll be getting to know each other." She wished she could predict what the next person ordered so she could set him on the path to believing her. This time was different, even more different than the last time she came back in time. This made her job more difficult. “I'm a medic at Centre Community Hospital."
“Shift work. That's why you look a little ragged."
Was her hair sticking up? Had she forgotten to brush it this morning? A self-conscious hand nudged a lock out of her
