3.
The front door swung open. A man stepped out onto the porch, folding his arms across a chest that looked like it was carved from granite.
"That’s Roy," Nathan muttered, glancing at Sandy. "The man I told you about."
Sandy stepped out of the car, smoothing down her lemon sundress. Up close, Roy was even more intimidating than Nathan had described. His hair was peppered with grey at the temples, and his eyes had a piercing quality.
"Nathan," Roy called out, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone. "You’re late."
"Ran into some traffic leaving the city," Nathan replied, walking around to grab the bags. "Roy, this is Sandy Hilton. Sandy, this is Roy."
Sandy smiled shyly, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Roy. This place is... incredible."
Roy’s gaze traveled slowl
