Twelve
“Yes, thank you very much. That’s exactly what I needed. Uh-huh, you, too. Bye.” Pat pushed the end button on the cordless and scribbled something in his notebook. Aelissm took the opportunity to admire him, delighted by the easy manner he’d had in speaking with the person on the other end of the phone line. She was more than a little aroused by the lines of his body as he leaned against the snack bar and by the fluid dance of forearm muscle as he wrote down whatever it was he found prudent. His head was c****d slightly to the side, and a frown of concentration occasionally pinched his brows together.
Mama wants to play, Aeli thought, then blushed.
He liked to wear clothes that fit but left something to the imagination, she’d noticed. His jeans and the plain white T-shirt tucked
