Beth seemed surprised, but not unhappily so. “Are you coming or going?” she asked.
“Coming. I haven’t done any grocery shopping yet, so I went out to grab something to eat. Is there a grocery store anywhere close?”
“Yes. About a mile from here, down Speer. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks. Off to work?”
She nodded. “Hopefully it’ll be better than yesterday.”
“What do you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“I’m a secretary. How about you?”
“I’m a secret agent,” Rory replied, straight-faced. Then he grinned. “I wish. I’m a salesman for a firm out of Chicago. This is my first time in Denver.”
“Really?”
“Really.”