Chapter Fifty-Five:
Rudd watched Jessie skirt her Mazda with Peaches trotting alongside. Another one of Nick’s conquests, he thought to himself and leaned closer to the window glass. What the hell does that guy eat for breakfast?
She wasn’t as big and vital as Inga, but she was taller than Suzie. And slimmer. When the girl reached the sidewalk, she picked up the pace, jogging easily. She wore some sort of stretchy denim jeans and Rudd could see the firm plains of muscle juddering beneath the fabric. And her butt, he noticed, was round and looked to be as hard as a pair of jostling billiard balls.
He stood, enjoying her ass until Jessie turned at the end of the street, then he pulled a beer from the fridge and went back to work at his kitchen table. Rudd draped the damp skin of Suzie’s l
