"I still am. That's different." Erin glanced at him, her gaze locking on his bare chest. She was a sucker for a six pack in cans or flesh. Something about those little ridges of muscle did it for her in a way that didn't make sense.
"How's it different?"
"Because... Those people were hurt because I didn't make people listen, and now they're involved in something someone wants to cover up. I need to get to the bottom of this before anyone else is hurt, and then..." She shrugged.
"You want to do something else?"
"Maybe? I mean, I'm missing out on my nieces and nephews growing up. My parents growing old. And for what? A job? I'm not sure it's worth it, in the big picture. Anyone who knows the language can work with the locals. There are people here who could do my job, maybe better than I
