Chapter 25: Breaking Rules
August 16, 20—
382 Bretton Way
1:33 P.M.
It’s the hottest day of summer—a steeping and humid-clenching afternoon that can easily seer one’s manly flesh—and Toby feels bad for Carey Cunningham, who is dripping wet on the doorstep at 382 Bretton Way. The delivery man’s uniform sticks to every curve and bump on his well-built body. His brown hair is soaked and there are pools of sweat under both arms, forming rings on his tan cotton shirt. He smells like a rugged country boy who has been working in the fields all day, baling hay. It’s a tangy and rich scent that drips with masculinity, and is somewhat of a turn-on for Toby, who believes it to be one hundred and two degrees in the day’s fiery sun.
“No envelope today?” Toby asks, looking at the small and slim sss
