“So when do we get to meet her?” Mom asked. “I don’t date girls when I’m on location,” I reminded her, “especially not ones I work with.” “You work with her!” Rhett said in the background. “You dirty dog.” I rolled my eyes. “I do. And even if I didn’t, I don't think she's the kind who would move back to Texas with me, and there’s no way I’d fit in out here. There was a girl on the side of the road this morning changing her tire, and no one even stopped to offer her help.”
