Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. "I see you've mastered the art of making small talk. No wonder women shell out a small fortune for your services to date them."
That brought a snort out of me. "I'm not on the clock now. I can be myself."
"They'd prefer someone else?" She looked at me with exhaustion.
I wasn't in the mood to burrow into my own crap, but diverting her attention away from her good-for-nothing ex might have been a wise decision.
A self-indulgent grin pursed my lips. "They paid top dollar, sweetheart. They got the fantasy. The real thing. I was the most sappy, attentive, possessive, gallant guy on the continent."
"Did you sleep with all of them?" She pursed her lips, her tongue moving over a dab of mayo. I'd have liked to do it too and suppressed an aching moan.
"No, no
