"No, I totally get it. You're more of a liver man. Everyone has their preferences." She ambled out of the truck, grabbing her bag and not making the mistake of slinging it over her shoulder.
As their location dawned on her, Celeste turned to James quizzically. "Magic and a mechanic? Quite the multitasker you are."
She sank into an empty leather chair. It was more comfortable than anything she'd experienced in the past sixteen hours or so. Celeste zipped open her bag and pulled out a thick roll of bills secured by a rubber band. "So. How much?"