Chapter 5

I watched her lift an eyebrow as if an idea had just popped into her head, and she held up an index finger.

“I may buy one of those hunky men for an hour or two, if you know what I mean. A blond jock with lots of muscles and many skills in the bedroom. Ten thousand dollars should buy me someone nice to look at and use for a week. What do you think?”

Was she joking?

No, she wasn’t.

Speechless, I simply stared at her, lost in a vat of upsetting thoughts, disbelieving what she had just said to me. Then I accidentally blurted, “Let me get this clear. You want to pay a hustler for sex, after being recognized as a neighborhood hero?”

“I prefer the term gigolo. But you can call him whatever you want.” She winked at me. “Every woman in the military needs to be satisfied inside and outside the bedroom, Mr. Landing. You should know that.”