She held out her hand to Amelia. “It must be a nightmare keeping this place clean.” Amelia was surprised. She hadn’t expected this woman to speak to her. Most of the women who worked at the strip club seemed oblivious to Amelia’s existence. “Um, yes, sometimes.” She took the hand that reached for hers. The handshake was strong and firm. Amelia’s father had always told her you could tell a lot about someone by their handshake. A strong grip indicated a strong character. “How long you staying on in Resort City?” Amelia needed to formulate her plans. “I’m not sure. Probably until the end of the week. I just need to get enough money to get home.” By the way she was fucking every man in the club, Amelia would have thought she would have had more than enough. “No one at home who can send money?” “My sister, but she’s not happy with me.” Amelia flinched. There were many times she and Meg had argued and she wished she could change that. “Why not?” Rett grinned.
