Paul laughed too, his glass poised halfway to his mouth. "Yeah, it's not like you'd be hurting for work," he agreed. "Especially with Hollywood so close by...only about forty-five minutes? You're set." Perhaps he'd see Honey at Lindsay Lohan's next trial! Or One Night in Paris or whatever her name was. "But that sounds great."
He nodded, biting his lip to keep from going off on an oceanic rant. "To say the least," he admitted. "I've been working at the Ocean Institute at Dana Point. It's been going well, and I love my job. Probably a little too much! How's your family doing?" He knew Honey came from a large brood with many siblings. She had an interesting upbringing - not many girls were farmers and knew about that sort of thing. He always thought that was neat.