“You got that right. I think she made me a cheese sandwich once. Probably something left over from the roadhouse where she worked.”

“Well, you enjoy your lunch, sonny,” she teased him.

“You’re in a good mood this morning. You were in a good mood last night, too. What gives?” he asked casually.

“Maybe it’s a residual reaction to that bath.” She poured coffee for both of them, pulled out a chair, and sat at the table. “What’s your shift this week?”

“Probably the usual, but I may swap with Dexter on Wednesday. He wants to take his kid to a ball game.”

“What time does he work?”

“Four to midnight.”

“That’s not too bad if you can get enough sleep when you get home.”

“I might take off Thursday to go fishing with Jack.”

Tori’s mind raced. She wanted to plan a day to get to the art center where that psychic woman was supposed to work. This was throwing a monkey wrench into it.

She held her breath for a moment, hoping her next sentence wouldn’t start an argument. “I was thinking about taking Wednesday off.”

“What for?” He slurped his coffee.

“I heard there is an interesting art center near Asheville.”

“Since when are you interested in art?” He looked up from his mug.

“It’s not just art. There are other people who do pottery, glassblowing. Stuff like that.” She sighed. “I’m thinking about getting a hobby now that Brendon is gone.”

“Well, you go do that artsy thing on your own. Count me out.” He guzzled the rest of his coffee, pushed his chair back, and headed toward the bathroom.

Tori was relieved that it was an easy conversation. It hadn’t occurred to her that he wouldn’t be interested in the artsy part of it. Of course, she purposely left out the psychic part. The more she thought about it, it was a good idea to find a hobby. Wednesday was shaping up nicely. With him having a later shift, she wouldn’t have to worry about getting home in time to make dinner. She’d make him a snack before she left for Stillwell. Now she just needed to clear it with Mr. Layton.