8

Sondra

Corey and I ride into work together the following week. I love when we work the same shift, but she hates it, because it means she’s working days, and she makes more money at night.

It’s the first chance I’ve had to fill her in on the latest with Tacone, which is nothing.

“So you haven’t seen him since the day he kissed you?”

“Nope. The next day I went in and there was a fifty on the table. I left it. The day after that, he left a hundred-dollar bill with my name on it.”

“You took it, of course.”

I didn’t want to. I was afraid it would mean something. Like if I accept his money, I’ll owe him something later. Except I really can use the money. I need at least two thousand for a deposit and first month’s rent. And another three thousand to buy a car that runs.

“Yeah. And then he left another one a couple days later.” I dig them out of my purse and hand it to her. “Here.”

She shoves my hand away. “What’s that for?”

“To go toward my share of the rent.”

She rolls her eyes. “Save it.