Chapter 12When the buzzer rang that afternoon, Jesse was startled. He’d just arrived at Ray’s apartment himself, and no one had ever come to the door when he was there alone.
He opened the door to see a stranger holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a vase of roses in the other. The man was at least 6’5” with broad shoulders and a big chest which stretched the polo shirt he was wearing. His khakis had a sharp crease, and his loafers glistened. His arms were covered with black hair, but there was no hint of the simian in his face. He appeared to be freshly shaven. His brown eyes sparkled with intelligence and, Jesse, guessed, good humor.
God! What a hunk!
The big guy smiled down at Jesse and said, “Hi. I must have the wrong place. I thought Ray Stonesifer lived here.”
“He does, but h
