Here’s a short excerpt from this exciting new series…
It was only on my way back from the kitchen that I saw through a partial view of the living room that there was a naked man sleeping on the couch. The curtains were drawn, but I could see the outline of his body in the darkness.
Needless to say, I was startled. I must have screamed quite loudly because the next thing I knew, the guy woke up, just as startled at seeing me as I was seeing him, and sat up on the couch, rubbing his face and peering at me in confusion as if I was the one who had invaded his house.
“Stay back, I have a cup of boiling hot coffee here,” I improvised, though I was merely holding a mug filled with water.
He looked really strong, and in case he was some kind of pervert, I was mentally debating trying to find a better weapon, but when he stopped rubbing his eyes and I could see his face, I realized it was the motorcycle guy. I didn’t feel safe exactly, but now my heart didn’t race as much, and my brain rubbed its metaphorical hands together in anticipation, ready to finally piece together the mystery.
“Hey, I was just sleeping here,” he said. As if that helped clarify things.
He held one hand out defensively, while he grabbed a cushion with the other and covered up his private parts. Not that I could see them in the darkness. Not that I was curious or anything…
“My name is Desi,” he said, “and I’ll explain everything.”
“Desi like the greyhound?” I queried.
“Uh… yes, like the greyhound. I was a friend of your uncle’s, and there’s no need to be nervous. Look, I think we could all use some coffee and some breakfast.”