Zane Jennings raised his hand and dusted off his clothes without a word.
The man couldn't care less. "I've got a girl lined up for some outdoor fun, so get this car fixed up for me." He bumped him again. "You know what I mean by outdoor fun, right?"
Zane Jennings, seemingly in a good mood, chuckled. "Yeah."
"Did you bag that little doctor from the hospital last time?" The man's world was small, confined to such petty concerns. He wore a sleazy grin. "How was she?"
The air suddenly fell silent.
After listening, Zane Jennings's brow furrowed slightly. He ignored the question. "Come back for the car in a couple of days."
Unwilling to waste his time on a cold shoulder, the man clicked his tongue and finally turned to leave.
Zane Jennings stared at the man's retreating back, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
'He was asking about Erin Lowell.'
'His name is Leo Holt, isn't it!'
