CHAPTER SIX
Satchel opened the door to his apartment and grinned at his visitor. “Hey you. Thanks for coming.”
Asha grinned at him. His ex-girlfriend, his love for so long, was now the one person he could say was his most trusted confident. Since their breakup, it seemed to Satch, they had become closer, seeming to realize they were always meant to be the best of friends instead of lovers.
Asha, a stunning Indian-American lawyer, hugged him, then patted his face. “Damn it, Satch, why do you get prettier as you get older? Jerk.”
“Saddlebags.”
Asha threw her head back and laughed. There was nothing saddlebaggish about Asha’s incredible body and she knew it. She kissed his cheek. “Now that you’re…ahem…sweet-talking me, I know you want something. Luckily, I brought wine—” she pulled two b
