I reach to unlock the door, but he actually steps away and does as I ask, flashing me the ink and the sexy V that leads down to Mr. Big.
Yummy. Should I ask to see that next? No. This joke has gone on long enough. I unlock the door.
He picks up the carrier and the box and steps inside with an exasperated expression. “Was that really necessary?”
“Just wanted to be safe, as you ordered. I know better than anyone that merely seeing someone’s face isn’t enough to prove their identity. I share my face with five other individuals—most of them untrustworthy.”
He sets the box down near the door but holds on to the carrier. “I doubt I have long-lost sextuplet siblings, and even if I did, they’d be unlikely to live in America.”
There I go again, reminding Art that he’s an orphan. What’s next? F
