Baldo’s office in the wee hours of that morning. A look of sadness mixed with something akin to fear crossed his face, followed by the spread of a red flush up his throat and onto his cheeks. She shoved around him. Good. That got him in line. But he jumped out of his chair and followed her, and as they passed Jameson and Baldo, she saw Baldo drop his eyes as if he didn’t want to catch Hiram’s attention and draw him over to their table. Hiram didn’t acknowledge Baldo’s presence. Instead Kaitlin heard him right behind her. “Hey! I suppose you think you’re too good for me,” he said. Now he was drawing the attention of the café customers. She pushed through the door and onto the pavement where she spun around to face him. “I was always too good for you. All of the girls in high school and all of the women since then who have had anything to do with you have been too good for you. Leave me alone.” “Well, you may have that snooty education and all, but I’ve got something better.
