Chapter 3

The bottom of his sleeveless blue denim shirt fluttered in the breeze created by his speed. Arm muscles flexed, all on display, because of the sleeveless part, and I could see his lower back and rider butt with the shirttail flapping, even as the top fabric clung and molded to his shoulder blades and upper back. Like me, he’d worked up quite a sweat, despite the date and hour.