“Weird.” Jesse sat behind the cash register of Things in the Attic on the same tall stool I’d sat on when I’d owned the place. It was still strange to be on the other side of the counter. “I’ve never even heard of it.”
“Me either. And it just...doesn’t seem like a job Vic would find fulfilling. Not in the long term.”
“How do you know?”
It was a legitimate question.
“I guess I don’t.” I adjusted my position, moving to rest an elbow on the armrest of a surprisingly uncomfortable faded pink Bregère chair, sending dust into the air like talcum powder. It worried me, knowing the baby was asleep in an infant seat just feet away on the counter. “Not really.”
“You think it’s hotter dating an ER surgeon.” It was a statement, and Jesse smiled sweetly at me. b***h. She wasn’t wrong.
“I didn’t s
