“Don’t you ever want something more than just finding a job? Then moving on to the next?”
He shrugged. “I fix cars. That’s what I do. What else am I supposed to want?”
“I don’t know. Forget I asked.”
He stroked his fingers up her arm. “Why did you decide to go back to school?”
“Huh?”
“You told me why you decided to be a teacher, but you were done with high school and out in the world. What made you go back?”
She stiffened next to him, and he thought she might not answer. Instead, she shifted, turning her body to face him. “I was twenty, still living with Brandi, working illegally at the bar for cash under the table, partying every night because I had nothing better to do. Then, one day, I got home after a long night of partying and I found all of our stuff on the lawn. Brandi hadn’t
