Chapter Fifteen
“So you see my dilemma,” Elizabeth said, perched on a box in her brother’s garage. The door was open, and the snow was falling, but the heater was blasting beside her as Marty tinkered with his Harley. She wore a blue and white scarf wrapped around her neck, a matching wool hat, and fuzzy warm gloves, yet she wished Marty would close the door.
“Not really, Lizzie,” he said. “As long as I’ve known you, you often overthink and complicate a good thing. I think you already know the answer to the casino hostess job. That’s the kind of thing you’d have taken to pay the bills before, because you had to for Shaunty, and Ruby is just trying to help you find work. But are you seriously considering a job like that? The short skirts, the guys leering… It’s the kind of place we all kn
