Chapter 68

I was on the front porch rewriting three of my next mystery, looked up from my handwritten notes, and watched a six-two-framed man climb out of the pickup. He was thirty and weighed approximately two hundred and fifteen pounds, was bulky with crafted muscles, and didn’t wear a T-shirt, probably because it was too humid and sticky out. His chest was massive, hairy, and accessorized with two pink and hard nipples. The construction man had bright blue eyes, an onyx-colored buzz cut, and wrinkles around his mouth. His chin and cheeks were covered in a smooth looking beard, which matched the color of his chest hair.

He walked around the front of the pickup with a Stanley tool box in his right hand and glided up to me. “You wouldn’t happen to be Miss Kitty, would you?”

“Funny,” I said, rolling my eyes, but smiling at the same time. “She went to the grocery store and said she’d be back in a half hour. Who are you?”