They heard someone coming down the hall and then he stood in the arched entryway to the living room. He was very black, coal black and muscular, broad shouldered and narrow waisted. He wore a white terrycloth robe. His feet were bare. Ann stared at him unable to speak. He was unquestionably the most attractive man, black or white she’d ever seen. Slightly over six feet, a finely chiseled face, high cheekbones, straight nose, big soft brown eyes, a wide mouth, huge hands and feet, and a warm smile, welcoming instead of mocking. She felt her heart racing. Rona watched them closely and frowned. “This my boyfriend, Danny Morgan,” she said, her voice pitched higher than usual. “He plays for the New Your Giants.”
Dan shook his head at her, “Rona why don’t you tell it like it is.” He turned back
