Chapter 3

“Come in,” I heard a voice say through the thick wood. I pushed the door open.

“Close the door behind you and have a seat, please.” Mal gestured to a chair in front of his desk. I did as requested and watched as he finished jotting down some notes.

I noticed that Mal had removed his jacket, so I could now enjoy the view of his shirt stretching valiantly across his broad, firm chest. It was a sight to behold.

Mal set down his pen and grabbed a folder from the top of the stack on his desk. Once he opened it, he leaned back in his chair to look it over for a few minutes. Then he looked up at me with an intense gaze for a few seconds. My body flushed under the scrutiny, but I held his stare.

“Tobie Mendez.”

“Yes, sir.”