His indifference made her feel better. At least he didn't offer any bullshit sympathy. If she was lazy, it was because no one had ever tried to motivate her to be better, not even Dane. But Dane was a pile of soot back in California, blown to the winds. Maybe it was time she got off her ass and took responsibility for herself.

"Try not to set your own ass on fire," Theresa muttered, scooping up the bills and stuffing them into the pocket of her jeans. Then she drained the rest of her glass. She was going to be out of here before this other guy got back.

Her bed, no matter how small, would be more comfortable than this.