“Accounting? Do you already have someone picked out?” Mark suddenly flared. His back was to her as he flipped the contents of the frying pan.

“No,” Christina denied. “I just mean I don’t have any extraordinary plans for my life, but you’re very sweet, Mark. You’re the first man to cook for me.”

“Put the spouts in." He sounded weary.

Christina did.

“So, where did you get the idea to go work for an escort service?”

“I already told you my cousin, Mindy, works for one. I was poor because I missed out on a scholarship and a grant. I ran out of money and if I didn’t want to...