“What the f**k?”
I must have yelled, because I heard LJ bellow from the kitchen, “What ‘cha need, boss?”
“Nothing, LJ!”
I watched Jason rise from the stoop.
He looked good. His golden hair sparkled in the day’s first light. A happy smile tinged with nervousness spread across his lips. He was wearing a silver-gray Bogner jacket, some sort of expensive pants, and sturdy boots. Hanging from his shirt collar, his sunglasses looked like those high-priced titanium ones. All in all, the guy standing in front of me could easily have fit into the young, hip app crowd now flooding the valley. Too much money and no idea where to spend it. He looked like a guy who’d eat at the Bistro and then f*****g strut up to me after dinner, put a wad of Franklins in my pocket, and whisper, “Quit this job and
