“I’m tired,” Jayden said. She pushed her stool back with impatience as Raff wiped the last chip through the remains of tomato sauce.
“You made me do that,” Raff sighed. “You’re an evil temptress.” He patted his full stomach.
Pushing her stool back with a shove, Jayden felt it connect with something behind her and turned. A congregation member from St Jude’s rubbed his thigh where the stool edge hit him. His eyes widened at the sight of Jayden. “Oh, sorry Barney,” she apologised. “I should have looked behind me first.”
“It’s okay.” His blond fringe flipped into his eyes as he patted his jeans over the sore spot. He had a surf-bum look and a lithe body. Usually self-assured, his manner reflected nervousness and veiled fear. He appeared furtive and shifty. His face had a slight dusting of
