Holy crap.  He’d fallen for it.  Hook, line, and sinker.  It wasn’t a lie in the most technical sense of the word.  Sure, she’d had a crush on him years ago at the height of his career but this washed up man well on his way to death by alcohol wasn’t the same bright shining star who’d won the Super Bowl all those years ago.  Did he really expect a tryst as an exchange for answering some questions?  Claire groaned inwardly but managed to hide it behind a swallow of coffee.<br/><br/>She fished her wallet out of her purse and tossed down enough cash to cover their bill with plenty left over for a tip.  Claire was a firm believer in tipping waiters and waitresses quite well.  She figured it more than made up for any lousy tippers.  Plus, she could afford it so why not do it?<br/><br/>After drinking the last bit of coffee remaining in the mug, she stood up and stretched a little before smoothing her shirt down over her hips.  “Fine.  I’ll agree to your terms.”  What harm could it do?  The worst that could happen was they got angry with each other again.  And if that happened, she’d just take his alcoholic ass back to his boat and leave him to wallow in his misery.<br/><br/>WIth the keys hooked around the forefinger of her right hand, she led the way out of the small diner and back to the car.  Once they were both settled in the car, she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.  “So...where are we heading?”