Chapter Fourteen
At midmorning, Rigger dialed the number on Autumn’s card. She answered on the third ring.
“Remember that offer you made me?” he asked.
“Well, that was yesterday. I have a good memory, but it’s short, and I make so many offers, you’ll have to remind me exactly what I offered you.”
Rigger laughed. “Instead of coffee, how about a little lunch?”
“How about a lot of little lunches? I’m starving.”
“Oh, what a sweet-talker you are.”
“I’m sweet to anyone who gives me food.”
“Um…I thought you were buying?” Rigger said.
“Oh, you’re talking about that offer. Maybe some other time, then.” She laughed. “What time, where, and I hope it’s casual?”
“Shorts and tees are the uniform of the day.”
“Cool.”
They decided on a time, and Rigger asked the name of the hotel where she sta
