Chapter 1
"Courier service, ma'am. Got a letter for ya. Sign here, please. – Um, hold on, I know I've got a pen here somewhere," I said a bit flustered. This wasn't my first day on the job, I had been working as a bicycle courier pretty much since I dropped out of community college, so it wasn't as if I didn't know how things worked. The reason my tongue was so tied up at the moment was entirely due to the drop-dead gorgeous Latina standing in the doorway. "Uh, here ya go, ma'am," I said, finally fishing a pen out of my pocket.
I watched as she signed. "Ah, a lefty," I thought. No particular reason, you just start to notice s**t like that when you've been doing this job as long as I have. What was it, going on two years now? Something like that.
"Uggh!" my client was groaning in frust
