Denny called three days later.
“So far I’m not impressed with how you do business,” I said.
“You seemed impressed at the farmer’s market,” Denny answered.
My c**k responded with a pleasant twitch. “It wasn’t your business acumen that impressed me in the bathroom. How goes it with the curd?”
“You’ll be stunned. Do you want to try it?” His tone went up a notch, and I sensed his excitement.
“Indeed.”
“Be there in an hour.”
I hung up, dug into my laundry basket for a worn pair of jogging shorts, and headed downstairs. I didn’t bother with a shirt, but I slipped on a pair of ragged boat shoes left by the front door. Outside, a shell-pink sky and distant mountains cloaked in morning mist greeted me. The brisk lavender-scented air belied the sweaty, desert-sticky heat a California June pro
