“We met. He asked me out. I said no. He gave me his card should I rethink. The end,” I told him. Luke looked to Lee. Mace looked to Vance. Hector looked back down at the card. Brody looked at me. “Why’d you say no?” “Have I ever struck you as a woman who shares her personal life?” I asked. “I was over at your house watching Tarzan two weeks ago and you pulled out your family albums,” Brody reminded me. “All twelve of them.” Damn. “I was drunk,” I lied.”
