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thought that as if I had a type in mind but I suppose I knew that whatever it was, Jack wasn’t it.
    “Thanks,” I told him. I couldn’t help but stare at Jack’s butt as he worked. It was everything a girl dreamed of. Damn! Too bad he wasn’t the kind of guy I liked because I could have done last night all over again. I could do that every night. Whew! Coffee! Concentrate on the coffee. I turned and looked out the window over the city to get my mind of the biker I hardly knew and the feeling I had made a mistake. It wasn’t the best view, I couldn’t afford that, but it was nice enough. I liked watching the activity below and I could see Mount Charleston if I stood in the corner of my living room and craned my neck.
    “Here you go,” Jack said setting a plate of French toast down in front of me. I was already wondering how to get him out of my apartment. Last night was fun but the way I let loose kind of scared me in the harsh light of day. Jack was a bad influence and I had a reputation to think about. Yeah, I might have worked for a somewhat sleazy defense attorney but I was still a lawyer and I didn’t plan on working for Vic forever. I couldn’t have a relationship with a man like Jack. I shouldn’t have done what I did either but I guess he was Vic’s client instead of mine, technically. In any case, what this biker might make me do next really scared me.
    “Looks scrumptious,” I told him and tasted the French toast. It was good, better than I expected actually. Jack held his fork like a kid might, in his clenched fist instead of in his fingers. “So, what do you do for a living, Jack?” I asked to break the silence and be a good host.
    “Dumpster diving,” he said. I wasn’t sure what to say to that. He was a bum?
    “Like for food?” I asked cautiously. Maybe that’s why he was wolfing down the French toast like he hadn’t eaten in a week. It explained that rusty old bike too.
    “What? No! I reclaim electronics, you know the gold contacts, some of the reusable parts,” Jack told me, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
    “Oh, sorry. What do you do exactly?” I asked still a bit confused but glad he wasn’t a vagrant or something.
    “You’d be surprised at all the electronic gear businesses toss out. They all have gold contacts. I reclaim those and sell the gold. Well, I keep a little of it for my retirement. I also take out the parts that I can sell like hard drives, lamps from projectors. People think that when the whole unit doesn’t work, its parts are worthless. They’re not,” he told me. I’d never heard of that before but I guess it made sense.
    “So that’s like your job?” I wondered.
    “It pays the bills and little more. My real passion is vintage bikes. I buy and sell old bike parts. The dumpster diving lets me do that. It’s a lucrative business but not exactly steady income, you know,” Jack explained. I didn’t know but I pretended to.
    “So you’re like a junk dealer,” I asked. I admit, it might have sounded a bit condescending but that’s what it sounded like to me.
    “You’re kind of judgmental, aren’t you?” Jack asked me. I didn’t mean to be but what he did was kind of foreign to me.
    “Huh? No! I’m not. I don’t care what you do,” I replied defensively. Jack grinned that self-satisfied grin and then chuckled.
    “Whatever. I’m used to it. I like you anyway. So, I was thinking we could go for a ride today. It looks beautiful out there,” he said. Was he just kidding or did I offend and but he got over it. I guess it didn’t matter.
    “I’m a...busy,” I told him.
    “Well fuck that. How important can it be?” Jack pressed.
    “I’ve got some work and stuff,” I told him. Jack frowned and got up to take his dish to the sink. He untied the apron and I got a good look at him. He really was that big. Damn! He walked past and began to get