“Because if she tells him Eve is here to see him and he doesn’t remember my name, that would be the ultimate humiliation.” Shep’s eyes are immediately back on me, softening, warming, going desert gold. “Eve, who could forget you?” “Thanks, Shep,” I say dutifully, because he’s known me forever, and he has to say stuff like that. “Seriously.” His big foot nudges mine under the table. “There’s nobody else like you. You’re a dynamo.” He snaps his fingers. “You’re like a living, breathing Powerpuff Girl.”
