Chapter 47

Dave was already at the coffee shop when Tory arrived, and he waved her to her seat. The shop was a no-frills place that reminded Dave of the diners of the fifties. "Hi, once again," Dave said as he helped her off with her jacket and hung it up on the hook at the end of the booth beside his.

"Thank you, Dave. I need coffee." Tory sat in the booth across from Dave.

"I already ordered it. Did you hear anything about your car?"

"No, I'm using my mom's car now. I need to call the dealership and get all that information." She waited for the waitress to set down two steaming cups of java.

He took a sip of his coffee, raised the cup, and said, "Not too bad, actually, in my opinion. And I've had some really bad coffee in the past, too."

"With everything happening yesterday, Dave, I don't remember much about you." Except how handsome you are and how good you smell. "Where did you say you were from?"

"I'm from a small town outside Suffolk, Virginia called Stoney Creek. What about you?"