Chapter 3It was the best night’s sleep Bobby had had since coming to Kansas City. His first night had been a toss of excitement, too nervous about meeting Parley Taylor to completely relax. His second had been just as conflicted, though this time, it was dismay at what had actually transpired. His behavior shamed him. He hated that he fell so easily for the seduction. The last thing he wanted was to be lumped into the same fanboy category as those Taylor held in such disdain.
But the night after the Indian dinner with Taylor, Bobby slept like a log. No dreams, no restlessness, just the deep, solid sleep that came to him when he was fully relaxed. He might not ever see the man again, but the hours he’d been given were better than Bobby could have ever imagined.
After he’d tossed the books
