Zoe spotted her as soon as she walked into the diner. A blonde woman about five-seven, a few inches over Zoe’s height. Early thirties maybe but with the body of someone younger. Athletic was the word. Long-legged, slim-hipped, and small-breasted. Very, very nice. She had her hair tied back in a short ponytail. She walked to the counter, and Zoe wasn’t the only one to appreciate the lean, tight figure in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Several guys took a look as she passed. The diner was crowded, and the blonde woman sat at the counter, quite close to Zoe.
“Could I…?”
Zoe looked up startled as the woman spoke to her, pointing to the menu on the counter in front of Zoe.
“Ah, sure.” Zoe pushed it across the counter in its plastic stand. There were two empty stools between them. Zoe stretc
