He slides a napkin with his number across the bar. Mandy pushes it back.

Noted. No public transit for the baby.

So get a job. Just don’t tell your husband. Men and their egos. My boyfriend found out I made more than him at the bookstore and he started wearing cologne again. Aggressively.

I want you to trust me. Go get a coffee. Or a margarita. Or both. I’ll call you if I need backup.

What in the holy heck?

Janie laughs. Mandy glances at the bar. A "HELP WANTED" sign is taped to the register.