Chapter 12

Fat chance.

“How about another scarf?” Franny, ever the saleswoman, asked.

“Nah, that’s okay. Another day,” Jay said. “I’ll see you later.”

When he got to the parking lot, he had another cigarette. And felt guilty about it, too. He pulled out his cell phone and hit Geoff’s picture.

“Hello.”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“I know. What’s up? You hardly ever call me on a Sunday.”

Jay sighed. “I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh, dangerous.”

“Funny. You with Tammy?”

“Yeah, she’s here.”

“You two want to meet me at Poppy’s for lunch?”

“Hang on, I’ll ask her.”

Jay took a few more puffs of his cigarette while he waited.

“Yeah, Tammy says yes,” Geoff said a moment later. “Meet you there in a few.”

It was stupid probably. He had no clue if the muscle lifeguard type guy would even be there on a Sunday, but, hell, he might as well try, anyway.