He did hear the knock on the door a few minutes later.

 

He turned toward it as the door opened.

 

Davis stood there dressed in white capri pants, sandals, a pale blue striped

shirt, and a wide-brimmed sun hat. A pair of sunglasses dangled from her

fingers. “I’m heading down to the beach. You want to come?” “I have to get back.

It’s getting late.” “When can I see you again?” He stood. “Look, I’m old and

you’re young. I’m poor and you’re not. You can have any guy you want. Rich,

handsome ones like Mr.

 

Quentin.” “I’m not looking to marry you, Paul. I just want to know when we can

hook up again.” “I work tonight. You planning to come to the bar?” “I wasn’t.

But I am now.” “Okay, I’ll see you then. If you’re in the VIP room I can’t go in

there. Only Mr. Quentin’s guests can.” “Stop calling him Mr. Quentin. You make

him sound far more important than he is.” “Well, he’s a very important client of

the Grunt.” “Whatever. I’ll see you tonight.” Rogers pointed out the window. “I

see a man on the beach with a bunch of guards. Is that where you’re going?” She

nodded. “Is that the person who adopted you?” “You ask a lot of questions,” she

said, but in a humorous tone. “I’ll see you tonight.” “Okay, sounds good.”

“Thanks for breakfast. And the rest,” she added, flicking a smile at him.

 

She left and he watched a few minutes later as she walked out to the beach and

joined the old man.