A man behind almost bumped into her. “Sorry,” she said to his back as he tsked his way past to the cashier she’d been heading for. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She pushed the paying-in slip and cash deep into her purse and walked out again. If she was right and the women were call girls, did she really want to keep the money? She shivered in discomfort. She’d have to give it back, or donate it to charity. The momentary pleasure of the thought of making a dent in her debt fizzled to deep disappointment. Today, she’d definitely find a new job. Her phone rang as she reached the street. “Hi, Squirt.” “Hi, Matt.” “You okay?” She heard concern in his tone and put on her cheerful voice. “Fine.” “I’ve been thinking.” “Oh wow. Did it hurt?” He growled. She smiled and stepped around a line of people waiting for a bus. “Oh, it did hurt. You poor thing. Try not to do it again.” “I’ve called to apologize.” The phone almost slipped from her grip. “Did you nearly drop your phone?”
