him as if he’s a lollipop I’d like to lick and suck. “No, why?” He hikes up one skeptical eyebrow, folding his arms over his chest again. “So why are you here?” “I’m interviewing for a job.” “You have a job, Thalia. You won’t make half of what you make at the golf course waitressing for Sandra. What happened? Are the golfers too much to handle?”
