Roz told him earlier that Clair got off at two so he waited a couple hours before coming over. It was a little after four and she wasn’t answering the door. Alex hoped she wasn’t mad at him for what happened last night. He could still imagine the feel of her soft skin prickled with goose bumps when he brushed his hands down her neck. It made it impossible for him to sleep last night. He kept replaying everything that happened over and over again in his mind. Alex wanted to talk to her. What if she wanted to forget it altogether? He had to know what she was feeling. After talking to Roz on her cell phone, he found out she’d needed Clair longer at the diner. Since he needed to eat dinner anyway, Alex decided to go over and see how Clair was doing. If nothing else, he could sit in the back and talk to her while she worked. Alex drove around the block three times before a parking space in front of the diner opened up. Looking through the diner’s window confirmed they were swamped.
