He scuffs the pavement with his shoe. “I’ll pay you for your time, of course.” “I have a full course load too. Six classes. Plus my job.” And running home whenever the diner needs help, I think but don’t say aloud. There’s always something wrong at Abby’s Place and it’s never my mother who can fix it. “There’s nothing I can offer to convince you?” “Nope.” He raises his eyebrows. “Everyone has a price.” “Everyone but me, apparently.”
