Ezekiel folded both hands across his chest, the corners of his lips twitching uncontrollably.
"Well, don't you know it?"
"What do you mean?"
"This is where you learned it?"
"Learned what?"
"How to throw money at men and assume it fixes the problem as long as they're cheap."
Dahlia took him seriously and began to wrack her brain, trying to think if it was true.
The last time she went to a bar was the night she met that stranger in a pub.
She'd been half drunk already, so she couldn't make out what he looked like beside the fact he had a buzz cut and was just as drunk as she was.
But she hadn't given him any money. He was long gone when she woke up and left behind a wad of cash on the bedside table.
She wasn't sure what to do with it, so she said nothing when she saw Maya slip it into her pocket.
