Chapter Seventeen - Klempner
The shadows lengthen and, Michael strolling beside me, we head for the Sapphire Club.
“You’re sure you’re good doing this?" I ask. “I’m not aiming to cause trouble between you and Jenny.”
“Sure I’m sure. I’m happy to help. But thanks for asking.” He chuckles. “Charlotte’s fine. She knows what this is about. She also knows that I’m no stranger to the sight of female flesh. I suspect there was a certain amount of going through the motions in order to make a point.”
He blows out his cheeks. Already, his blond hair is dark with sweat. His forehead shines and a trickle gleams down from his neck to vanish below the open top of his collar. “Wish we could lose this freakin’ humidity.” Slipping off his jacket, he slings it over a shoulder. “It feels more like the a
