SIX
“YOU’RE A STALKER,” Tess said, striding down the sidewalk, trying to outpace the guy-who-wouldn’t-quit next to her.
She was fast learning that her attempts to get away from Danny were pointless. His legs were longer; her hurry was his stroll.
“I’m taking you to breakfast,” Danny said, hands in his pockets, moseying along.
“I don’t want breakfast. I told you I don’t need breakfast. Don’t you have to go to work?”
A group of young women walking toward them noticed the man at her side. Admiring him, they pointed and whispered while giggling.
“Tomorrow,” he answered her, then tipped an invisible cap at the gaggle. “Ladies.”
More giggling and some flirtatious finger-waving. Yes, he was attractive. Tess knew that. Her libido had noticed when they first met. Stupid libido. While stoned
