Chapter 15

He was quite the tall, dark, and handsome guy for the lumberjack type. “I’m Alfredo, but you can call me Alf.” He shook my hand with a hard squeeze that made me forget to squeeze in return out of social mannerisms. Ouch.

“Chip.”

He gave Topher a rough pat on the back and sported a polite smile. “So, what’s going on, guys? What brings you all the way up here?”

“Just wanted to go on a road trip.” Topher furiously scratched his arms and hissed. “Gah, these damn mosquitos got me already.”

I scratched my calves and regretted wearing shorts.

“I have some repellant so it won’t get any worse.” Alf took only a few steps to reach the kitchen, and he grabbed a spray bottle from one of the cupboards and handed it to us. We took full advantage of it.