Meg resisted the urge to grin. Emotionally compromised men…they were so easy. She almost felt bad for the poor guy. Not because of whatever tragedy he’d left in his wake, but because here he was, talking about it to her of all people. She doubted there was a person less helpful he could have spoken to. Well, that wasn’t entirely fair. She could be very helpful when she wanted to be and, at the moment, he was distracting enough that maybe she did a little. But her feelings weren’t genuine, and she doubted they ever would be. She cared about exactly one person in the world, and that was herself. Well…lately that was getting less and less true, but she would deal with that at a later date.
Rather than deal with what he’d said, she changed tactics slightly. She knew there was nothing she could say to him that would really help his situation in the past, but maybe there was the potential for hope in the future. Hope was a powerful motivator. She’d used it to her advantage on more than one occasion. Give a man hope, and you could get him to do anything. She didn’t particularly want anything from this man but a bit of entertainment in an otherwise boring afternoon, but still. She was what she was.
“I heard a rumor, you know. Some people who were here before, they got sent back.” She shrugged as if it were not that important an idea, but she watched him from the corner of her eye to see if it brought any flicker of hope to his features.