Chapter 7

The elevator dinged as it arrived on the sixth floor, startling Brett. He realized he’d zoned out while staring at Aaron’s business card. He quickly shoved the card into the back pocket of his jeans and stepped out into the hallway.

The sixth floor was similar to the lobby, in that it was predominantly white with the same colorful blue and green wave pattern undulating across the floor.

“Brett?”

Brett looked around and saw a man he hoped was Aaron standing in the doorway of an apartment. The man, probably in his forties, was attractive in a very masculine way. He was dressed in a black tank top that showed off muscled arms and a broad chest. He was wearing a piece of brightly colored, tropical fabric knotted around his waist, revealing strong, hairy legs.

A lava lava was what Aleki, an old friend from college, had called such a garment, and he was Samoan, so he’d know. Whatever the name, it sure looked sexy on the man.

“Are you Brett?”

“Yeah. You Aaron?”