Chapter 9We made it back to Zeb’s house as the sky was turning from royal blue to inky black. It was a hot, sticky, southern night, tree frogs croaking up an amphibian symphony that got carried on the warm breeze. We had a lot to get done, primarily printing and reading all the notes I’d emailed to myself. Still, I was horny as all f**k. Chalk it up to stress.
“Ever have s*x with a woman before, Zeb?” I asked before we’d reached his front door.
He laughed. “You know how you feel about that peach brandy?” he asked.
“Blech?” I replied.
He touched fingertip to nose. “Exactly. Blech. Sexually speaking, I mean.” He turned to me and smiled. “Why? Are we calling Stella back here for a little ménage a no f*****g way?”
Then I laughed and turned back around, walking to the middle of his front l
