Chapter 13
Murphy: Four stars. Maroon shirt. Mama Bear. Beautiful smile. Blond curls. Superhero body and face, sexy NY accent. Friendly. Mother or smother? He’s all over some of these guys. Is he a protector or trying to get with them? The murse I don’t mind, the big green ball earring I don’t get, though. Would have f****d him on JJ’s counter, right beside the doughnut cloche, but what would a guy like him want with me?
None of Murphy’s prior gregarious nature showed when he first climbed into the front seat beside AC.
“Our -f-final leg of th-the j-journey,” AC said as the GPS voice told them they were down to one hour, forty-seven minutes travel time before reaching their destination.
“Thank you again, AC.”
“I h-had f-fun, M-Murphy.”
“Good.”
“Th-thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Murp
