Chapter 20

Bill knows it’s the other guy Angie suspects of shoplifting. He’s slightly larger, with darker skin, hair cropped so close it fades into his scalp, and a smoke-colored bubble jacket in a style that’s so popular nowadays. His hands are fisted deep into the jacket’s pockets, but Bill knows there’s plenty of room for a CD or two crammed down in there, too. The guy wears sweatpants and, when he turns, Bill sees a large bulge in the front that might be stolen goods.

Or it might be ten inches curved into a jock,Bill reminds himself. He’s always thought sweatpants show off a man’s best assets, and this guy’s hung.

The kicker, though, is the glance he throws Bill’s way before he turns back to his friend. Just a little look, nothing anyone could point out, but Bill saw it. From across the crowded store, those honey-colored eyes found his, and what he saw in their depths made his knees weak. Sweet Jesus. Ten inches, then. At least.