My bigger concern was Roger and how to handle him now that I knew for sure that he was the one who had kidnapped me. The waiters, caddies, and bodyguards were just far enough away to give us a modicum of privacy as we had our date. I would have been fine spending more time with her, but leaving didn’t break my heart either—golf would never be a pastime for me. “So… no significant other, then?”
“Some are asking,” I said, “but I haven’t given anyone an answer.”
“Good,” Astrid said with a nod. I didn’t hear it from anyone. She was well-read and up-to-date on her pop culture. “Remind me not to piss you off.”
“Hey, at least I didn’t have her killed,” I said, referring to Hiro. All I had to show for it was a lesson—if you want something, don’t hesitate. She didn’t say anything, only stared at me, chewing on her bottom lip—hardly sexy in this circumstance. “But… you sent me that message about leaving, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you going away with someone else. Or if you’re interested in reading any further installments, check out my Patreon at patreon.com/mindsketch. She spoke with an advanced vocabulary but managed to communicate her ideas without coming off as pretentious.
