CHAPTER 27Who was that, a boyfriend?” Bob asked. He stood with his arms crossed; his brown eyes slightly mocking. Kira could feel her hackles rise along her neck as she looked at him. Always handsome — and always smug — Kira was sure that Bob practiced the attitude in front of a mirror.
Kira grimaced. “A friend.”
“Lose him. Anyone who drives an 85 ’vette is a total loser,” he said.
Like you would know? Kira thought. She said nothing. I’m here to get my job back — not argue with Bob.
“I would’ve thought you would’ve dressed better,” Bob remarked, eyeing her jeans and shirt. “Or have you spent all your contractor money?”
“Yeah, on medical bills,” she said. “I didn’t realize we were going to a fancy restaurant.”
“We’re not,” Bob said. “But most restaurants have some sort of standard.”
