“A runner?” he asks, sounding impressed. “Not anymore. I had a couple scholarships to colleges, but I didn’t go.” “Why not?” “Life.” It’s my usual canned reply, but then I remember I’m never going to see this guy again. “I got pregnant.” “You have a kid?” His lips curve with a bigger smile than I’d expect. It isn’t like most guys recoil in horror, but they rarely look this… happy about it. “A daughter. She turns six next week.”
