Myka nodded to herself. Teaching English at a university could be something she saw herself doing. She loved books, and her know-it-all attitude put her right at home in the position of professor. Of course, the same attitude made her perfect as a law enforcement agent. But could she really do that here?
“A waitress?” Myka practically burst out. Yes, Helena had told her not to laugh, but Myka couldn’t help it. Helena, The H.G. Wells, the Father of Science Fiction, who had invented devices that surpassed just about every other inventor of her day, who had more adventures than the characters in her books. And she was a waitress? Myka clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from saying anything more until Helena was done talking. If her friend had needed a place that reminded her of home, then who was Myka to disparage the choice?
“This time you get to take all the credit,” Myka said, raising her eyebrows. “Do you have any ideas of what, other than publishing, you’d want to try?”