Someone closed the blinds on the west windows, blocking the glare from the afternoon sun. What could she do? She felt like a fool. She should have known that someone so frickin’ hawt wouldn’t want anything to do with her, once the sun came up. She should have realized that this was some sort of scam. This entire town was probably running a scam. “Can I get you anything, hon?” Glancing up, Stacia met the gaze of a middle-aged woman, wearing a white blouse and black slacks. According to her name tag her name was Sarah. “Um…no thank you. I just wanted to sit for a minute.” The waitress frowned. “You look thirsty. I’ll just go get you a cup of coffee.” “No! Thanks. Really. I don’t have any money. I’d just like to sit here for a minute, if you don’t mind.” “I don’t mind, sugar.”
