She waved at Nacho, who stopped on the truck ladder and waved back. “Oh, Nacho? An old friend. Well, I’ll just say it.” She removed her cap and fixed her hair. “A friend with benefits. He’s not bad-looking, right? A gas station ten with a good heart. What, you don’t think I’m out of commission for a little joy yet, do you? His name’s short for Ignacio. He said that nachos—you know, the ones you eat—were invented by some guy named Ignacio.” She stared dreamily at Nacho’s truck. “But he’s so full of shit he probably pulled it out of his ass just to get in my panties.” “Guess it worked.”
