Chapter 33

“I got enough religion, thanks,” she said. She sounded like someone who had been an obstinate teen but now that she was approaching thirty she was simply worn down by life. Dom stopped several feet away.

“I’m Dominic Grady,” he said. “I’m actually here about your art.”

“‘Kay,” she said. She curled her fingers in on themselves against the cold. Dom noticed she was wearing those fingerless gloves. “You could just send me an email if you want to order something special.”

Dom felt immediately like an asshole. Sending an email was a great answer for everything he could have done. But he wanted to talk with Sasha herself. She was definitely an interesting person if she was sketching outside in the middle of winter.

“It’s about you moving,” he said. She scowled.

“Cat sent you?” she asked, standing. “Look, I gave her my key back. I moved on. I got to get ready for work. Nights at the jerky factory. You get a lot of inspiration.”

She moved toward the door.