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never ask a lady her age. At least not if you enjoy your manhood and wish to keep it intact.”
    Divine’s mouth twitched briefly and then eased into a smile when Marco’s jaw dropped at the girl’s cheek.
    “Thank you,” Divine said to the waitress. “You’re going to get a big tip.”
    “Only if you’re paying,” Marco grumbled, but there was amusement in his eyes too now, and chagrin as he glanced to Divine and murmured, “My apologies. I wasn’t thinking.”
    “Obviously,” Divine said dryly, but was still smiling.
    The waitress laughed and then tilted her head. “Can I get you folks something?”
    “Ah.” Divine’s gaze dropped to the menu she’d been pretending to peruse. She really wanted to order something. She did plan to give the girl a tip. The problem was she didn’t eat. At least she hadn’t for eons. She didn’t even drink except to nurse teas when in mortal company, and those she didn’t drink so much as hold in front of her face, occasionally pressing the rim to her mouth as the steam gave her a mini facial of sorts. It was probably good for her pores, she thought, frowning at the menu. After another moment, she sighed and smiled apologetically at the girl. “Actually, maybe we’ll wait for Hal and Carl to get back.”
    “Oh, you have friends coming?” the girl asked.
    “Well, they’re here already I think. Two older men, one bald and the other missing most of his teeth?” she said, hoping to prod the girl’s memory. “The young lady who greeted us at the door said they had been seated here and thought they might have gone out to the patio.”
    “Oh no, they left,” the blonde said, looking rather disappointed to pass this news on. “They wanted the oak-smoked ribs, but we only serve those on Sunday. They said they might as well come back on Sunday instead then and head back to their bottles and bunks now . . . Whatever that means,” the girl added wryly.
    Divine merely smiled faintly. It meant exactly what it sounded like; the two men had gone back to their bunks in the trailers and the bottles of booze waiting there. She didn’t explain that though, but slipped her hand in her skirt pocket and pulled out a ten. Setting it on the table, she offered the girl a smile and stood. “Thank you.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to—” the girl protested, picking up the ten-dollar bill to give back to her.
    Divine waved it away. “I appreciate the information. We could have been here awhile waiting, and then I would have worried about what had become of our friends. Keep it.”
    Patting the girl’s shoulder, she headed for the door, aware that Marco was following her.
    “Bottles and bunks?” Marco asked. “I gather that means—”
    “Back to the carnival,” Divine finished with a nod. “Both Hal and Carl have bunks in the bunkhouses.” She shrugged and added, “Dining out is expensive on their pay. If they want the ribs, they probably can’t afford to spend money tonight too.”
    “Yeah, I noticed the pay is lousy in the carnival,” Marco said dryly.
    “Worse than lousy,” Divine agreed with amusement. “Which makes me wonder why you’d bother with it. Surely you could find a job elsewhere?”
    “Surely I could,” he agreed evasively. “But this seemed like fun.”
    “Hmm,” Divine said dubiously, doubting there was anything fun about hefting steel and hawking corn dogs.
    “I gather you do better than the laborers?” Marco asked as they stepped outside into the humid night. It was like walking into a sauna, or slamming into a hot, wet towel. Honestly, the heat the last week or so had been terrible, but the humidity had been worse—a wall of misery that enveloped them everywhere they went. She would be glad when summer passed and fall returned with its milder temperatures.
    “I suppose that’s a rude question too,” Marco muttered suddenly, and Divine realized he was still waiting for an answer. She debated just saying yes it was rude, but then changed