“Yes, [i]your kind[/i],” Alex reiterated, boldly sticking to her guns. “It’s less of a mouthful to say than ‘tall, fit and goddamn sexy.’” She may not have been as subtle of a flirt as other women—or subtle at all, for that matter—but she’d learned that quite a few men appreciated brazen compliments. They liked having their egos stroked just as much as girls did. Since she doubted she would ever see him again in her life, she had nothing to lose by being blunt either. If she had been out on a date or genuinely interested in pursuing a relationship with him or any other guy, she would have been a little more tactful, but all she wanted was the things his money could buy for her. It was hard to feel bad about leading him on to think she was after a one night stand when she hadn’t eaten in almost forty-eight hours.

She did find it curious that he insisted he didn’t go out much though. Daniel was too socially adept to be a recluse, so she guessed business was what got in the way of his other outings. [i]Lucky me,[/i] she thought gleefully. Out of all the nights he could have chosen to hit the bars around Times Square, he had to pick the same time and place that she had. Now she really did feel like she’d won the bachelor lottery.

“Thank god for that,” she raised her glass when he talked about not being in a Nicholas Sparks flick. “Being in a coma sounds boring as hell. But if ‘something worse’ happened, I’d come back and haunt Chad’s dick, so he could never get laid again. He may not have shoved you up into his armpit, but let me tell you, he did [i]not[/i] smell like daisies from an inch and a half away.” She wrinkled her nose for emphasis. If it had been any other guy, she might have felt bad for making him the butt of so many jokes, but she would never feel bad for mocking a braindead jock who thought he owned a woman after he bought her one drink.

Daniel’s following question may have caught any other homeless girl off guard, but Alex was quick on her feet. She may not have known the names of most current actors and actresses, but she’d watched a few movies before she’d been forced to uproot her life and take to the streets. She was also good at changing the subject. Without hesitating, she replied, “Jim Carrey.” Breaking into a grin, she held up her hands. “Okay, hear me out before you say anything. Hallmark movies are painful to watch, so wouldn’t you want to see one with Jim Carrey playing the lead female role? I know I would. The man is a comedy god.”

Leaning just close enough to him that their arms brushed, she met his gaze with a foxlike smile, “If we’re asking each other questions now, I’ve got a game for you… Would you rather be trapped inside a Hallmark movie or never get to watch another movie again for as long as you live?”