Delilah takes a sip of her drink, her eyes rolling back in her head just a little. “Were you a barista before you were a big law-man?” “I think law-man usually refers to a sheriff in a western movie, and no, I was not a barista. I just happen to like coffee. And I don’t want to pay Starbucks for it.” “Hm,” she says, looking suspiciously at me. That’s right. Suspect away. I DID figure out all your favorite things so I could win you over. Yep.
