Chapter 84

“We’re looking for a guy who’s my fiancé’s father.” The concept was met with confused stares, giggles, head-shaking and, once, even an offer of a child sex slave.

“Look,” Tam said, the color rising in his face, “the last thing we would ever do is harm an innocent and if we see or hear of anything like that we’re reporting it to the authorities.”

Not long after that encounter, he and Quinn were approached by two English women who were friends and looked like bookends, if bookends were short, lumpish creatures with rounded calves, chicken-wing arms, steel-wool bobs, and whose most distinguishing characteristic was a nondescript doughy quality.

“How much?” one said as they both smiled, then laughed.

“How much for what?” Tam said.

“Ooh, coy. I like that. You know. How much for a bit of fun with what’s in there?”

She reached over and tugged at the waistband of Tam’s shorts, revealing smooth, golden skin and a hint of man-fur that sent a current through Quinn’s cock.