Other than Niles, Annette had never developed deep feelings for anyone she’d f****d. And she’d f****d plenty of people since Niles had moved away. She’d f****d quite a few since Niles had moved back. Being the only hooker in this town to have the police chief’s blessing made for a profitable business model. Prostitution wouldn’t have been her first career choice as a younger woman, but it was one at which she’d learned to thrive.
She’d resigned herself to never having s*x with someone she loved again when she bumped into Niles a year ago on the sidewalk outside Starbucks.
“Annette?” he’d said. He sounded uncertain, as if he didn’t recognize her.
She didn’t blame him. She’d never worn much makeup in their time together or worn skirts as short as what she was wearing that day. She looked
