Jess wrote and wrote and finally, when all of the important details were jotted down, she sat back and chewed on the end of her pen thoughtfully. There was enough there for the introduction, at least. The dinner date hadn’t been a complete waste of time and energy.
While she may not have got as much information as she’d been hoping for, she did know one thing: that the door she had opened with Tom Buckner would more than make up for the scarceness of information she’d gleamed from him only hours earlier.
A couple of days later, she knew she would call him. If her luck held, he’d answer the phone and agree to meet up again. Only this time, the questions would turn a little bit more personal, a little bit friendlier. She would lure him in. Maybe they would go to a place of her choosi
