Chapter 2

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Bachelor number three was Kintano Kind. That was the singlelite’s name. His looks were unbearably handsome, and everything I liked in a man. He looked shy in his chocolate-colored skin, amber-brown eyes, thin eyebrows, deep cleft in chin, onyx-colored buzz cut, six-two frame, one-hundred and ninety pounds of all muscle, thick neck, thick shoulders, and his GQsmile. You couldn’t read a man’s soul by just how he looked, though. Every guy out there knows that, which made my three-minute date with the man intriguing.

“Kintano Kind,” he said, shaking my hand.

“Adam Schultz.”

I told him what I did for a living, how old I was, and that I rather liked dark-skinned men.

He said he was twenty-nine-years-old, worked with autistic children, had a degree in social health from Temple, and was the youngest of seven brothers.

“Jesus, that’s a lot of testosterone, Kintano.”

He laughed. “You have any siblings?”

I shook my head.

“What are your hobbies?”