Chapter 9
The sun streaming in the next morning awakened him with the gentle, warm touch of a lover. Cody’s eyes fluttered open. He felt refreshed and well rested. He rolled over, stretching. The sheets, body- and sun-warmed, formed a sensual cocoon around him. At first he had no memory of what had happened the night before.
But when memory came calling, as it inevitably did, it chilled Cody as though an invisible hand had just turned the air conditioner up, putting the fan on high and setting the temperature somewhere around sixty degrees. He shivered as he recalled the close call from the night before.
He now realized that sometimes very ugly things could come in very pretty packages. Diesel Hunter was the perfect example. He wondered where the guy was now and what he was doing this m
