Helen’s POV
“So, Lisa,” I said. “Do you live around here?”
She nodded. “For the past six months or so. I live across town. Thankfully, my house sits on a street that leads straight here to work. So even though the walk is fairly long, it’s a straight shot.” Hot, fragrant tea dribbled into the cup she worked with.
“That’s nice,” I said, fumbling to keep the conversation natural while I fished for information. “Where does your husband work?”
She shook her head. “I’m not married or mated.”
I bit back my grin and tried to tamp down my swelling hope. After all, even if Lisa was single, she might not like Russo. But at least we were getting somewhere hopeful.
“A boyfriend then?” I pressed.
“Not recently,” she said, putting a generous dollop of whipped cream on the top of my chai.
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