“I had a wonderful time,” Chappy said, the wind from the Sound lifting his dark brown hair. Behind him was the ferry terminal and to the north of him Seattle’s iconic Ferris wheel, its lights just winking on in the dusky lavender light.
Cody smiled. “Me too.” He thought if he put together qualities for the perfect man, that man would be standing before him. Not only was Chappy Whelan handsome, he was solid—a good guy, someone you just knew you could instinctively trust. He was kind and nurturing. (That he owned three rescue cats and two rescue dogs attested to that fact.) He was literate. (His reading tastes were not only eclectic and smart but also fun.) He was sexy. (With just a look, he could inspire filthy fantasies.)
In short, Cody thought if there was a picture next to the term “ma
