Chapter Fifty-one
Lena dropped the sheet and feeling like a kid caught looking in her mother’s underwear drawer, she responded: “He’s well. Will be up and about in a day or two.”Lena turned and found Greg slouched against the doorjamb.
“Yeah. But will he dare show his face?”
Greg was a good looking kid, eighteen, maybe nineteen, but his tallness and solid build could trick a girl into thinking he was older. He tossed a dark curl from his eyes and flashed a becoming smile. Lena felt something open up low down and surprised herself by wondering if the boy had a thing for older women.
Lena finger combed her hair. “Having your pee-pee hacked off in front of your friends would tend to make a man shy.”
Greg’s smile widened. “Yeah. But I guess he had it coming. I’ve seen you around. You’re a
