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One Tuesday afternoon Brody was alone in the Colby shop. Bob was at a wholesaler’s checking out a new strain of football mums, and Missy was with a prospective bride helping plan the flowers for the wedding and reception. There had been a couple of phone orders earlier, but things had gotten quiet, which wasn’t unusual for that early in the week. Brody was wondering whether he dared sit in the work room and read his psych assignment for the next day, when the shop door chimed.
He looked up to see…sex on wheels. Or rather, s*x on two long legs.
The Adonis who’d just entered was a couple of inches shorter than Brody. Apparently in his late twenties, he had black hair worn long enough to part with a little to flop down over his forehead, reminding Brody of Justin’s new “do.” It was
