Chapter 23

My mental list of things that make me weak in the knees was now up to a chivalrous, dark-haired butch, in a tight tank top, who took me to dinner on the back of her vintage Harley, doesn’t mind my hand on her arm, loves her daddy, and looks quite nice in her faded Levis. I sighed and waited for her return with my elbow on the table and my chin in my hand.

Between bites of the best burger I’ve had in a long time, I found out a little more about Roz. She told me how she was in the Air Force Reserve, and that no, she didn’t fly planes, didn’t even really get near them. She was a mechanic in the motor pool. I said something lame about how it fit well with what she did for a living, and then she started asking about me.

“You on your way to visit family?” she asked innocently.

I blew out a sigh. Roz raised an eyebrow just a little that I interpreted as her unspoken, ‘uh oh, what did I step in?’ A lot of people get that look when I start in on stories about my ex.