Continuing on from last Sunday. Abby's story has been picked up by a publisher, so I'll keep going with this one until I reach the end of the chapter. That should be right around the publishing date in late summer. lol
The man’s eyebrows lifted.
“I like a woman who reads every day,” he commented as though I would care what he thought. (I did.) “Do you work or go to school or…?”
Ah, the million dollar question. “I’m a masseuse,” I said, and it was a half truth. My hands were marvelous and I had taken a free class or three on massage techniques. “I work off and on.”