VTHE SMILE NEVER LEFT my face all afternoon working on the books. Of course, I had to stop and double-check my column entries as I went. Because I kept getting distracted by that short lunch conversation.
This guy John was just too interesting. Weird meeting him just like Beau had told me.
And he was a writer like me. Both had day jobs which weren't too boring, and he did his own covers. Something I always had trouble with. Maybe he could give me some pointers.
Finally, I just gave up working for the day. It was Friday, anyway.
I looked up his books and found a couple I was interested in, at least by their setting. Then put them into my account to read when I got home.
And that face of his, that rugged jaw line. The tiny scars on his hands showed that he worked with them, or used to.
