Succumb to some of your darker desires. “Some might prefer that, I think,” Astrid said. She didn’t say anything, only stared at me, chewing on her bottom lip—hardly sexy in this circumstance. “Hey, boss?”
I looked up to see Erin sitting on the bench seat opposite me, watching me with concern. Maybe there was a logic to keeping the smells of her cooking contained. I would be lying if I said I completely hated it, but there’s no way I would admit it to anyone other than maybe Helen or Erin. He slung it over his shoulder and started leading us to what I assumed was the next teeing ground. “You should stay away from dating for a while,” she said, immediately shattering the illusion. I was sure she was giving some kind of invitation, but I didn’t want to misinterpret anything. “That poor girl… what horrible timing!”
“I think about it every day,” I said. “Oh,” I said, and suddenly a war was going on in my head. She was well-read and up-to-date on her pop culture.
